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 Title: Sister-in-Law Helps Out


Summary: Sister-in-Law helps melt wife's incest related frigidness.


Keywords: inc,fic



   Even though he's been married for almost a year, Tim is horny most of
the time and jacks off in front of his computer quite frequently.  He loves
his wife.  They grew up together, have always been best friends and are
compatible in every way, except sex.

   Tim has the libido of a healthy 26-year-old male, but unfortunately his
wife, Sharon, was raised to believe that sex is dirty and disgusting,
something only done as a monthly obligation.  It was drilled into her, from
the time she was old enough to understand; only tramps and whores enjoy
sex.

   In every other way Sharon is the perfect wife.  They enjoy the same
music and movies, they never fight and they love just hanging out together.
The sexual hang-ups and inhibitions are so deeply rooted, that after a year
of trying to change her, Tim has finally resigned himself to accept who she
is and just enjoys her as much as he can during their monthly ritual.  His
frustration is compounded by the fact that she is beautiful, with a nearly
perfect body.

   Sharon and Tim dated in high school, and then lost contact when each
left town to go to college.  They resumed their relationship a couple of
years ago when they both became teachers, back in their hometown.  They
dated for a year and Tim respected Sharon's wish to 'save herself for
marriage' naturally assuming things would change after the wedding. 
Because he can't imagine loving anyone else, Tim has never even considered
divorce.  He's thought about fucking around, but the opportunity has never
presented itself, at least, not the right opportunity.

   As a handsome young high school teacher, Tim has his share of female
students who have made it obvious they wouldn't say no, but he won't cross
that boundary.  That doesn't mean their nubile young bodies, with their
raging hormones, don't invade his fantasies.  He frequently gets himself
off, imagining one or more of these sexy 18 year olds sharing his bed.  But
it's only a fantasy.

   Surprisingly, his first real opportunity for some extra marital sex
comes unexpectedly from his sister-in-law.  He gets his first hint of it at
a dinner party, at Sharon's parent's house.

   Other than their hang ups about sex, his wife's family is generally
okay. Tim and Sharon see them every Sunday at church and then have dinner
once a month at their house.  The dinner parties usually include Sharon's
brother, Paul, and his wife, Rhonda.  Paul and Rhonda have been married
about two years and neither family has any kids.  Not surprising to Tim,
given the family's sexual hang-ups.

   After dinner, the conversation generally turns to either religion or the
declining sexual mores in our society.  Rhonda and Tim usually sit quietly
while their spouses and their parents passionately agree with each other,
citing biblical references from memory as they expand on each other's ideas
and pool their narrow-mindedness.  For some reason, on this particular
night Tim finds himself not wanting to listen to their diatribe.  He
excuses himself and steps out onto the deck for some air.  Their discussion
is so intense; they don't even notice his absence.

   Standing there, leaning on the railing, Tim sucks air into his lungs as
he thinks about Keisha, a beautiful, young 18-year old black student in his
senior chemistry class.  He closes his eyes and tries to visualize her
naked body, imagining dark nipples and guessing whether her pussy is
trimmed or natural.  His cock stirs as he thinks about her thick lips and
how they would feel...

   "Mind if I join you?" His thoughts are interrupted as Rhonda steps out
on the balcony and lights a cigarette.  Tim moves his leg, so his
sister-in-law doesn't see the bulge in his pants as they stand beside each
other gazing out over the balcony, enjoying the peace and quiet.

   "Not at all," he smiles.

   "As hung up as they are about anything sexual, it's a wonder they ever
had kids," Rhonda says, taking a drag on her cigarette and blowing the
smoke out over the railing.

   "I know what you mean," he laughs.  "I just wish they hadn't instilled
so many of their hang ups in their kids," he adds, without meaning to
disclose so much.

   "You too?" she asks, raising her eyebrows.

   "You know, I just meant," he stutters.  What did he mean?

   "It's okay." She touches his arm.  "I understand.  Paul's a wonderful
man and he treats him like a princess, but sometimes..." Her voice trails
off as she shrugs and stamps out her cigarette.

   "We'd better get back," she says.

   Tim watches her ass sway inside her skirt as she walks ahead of him into
the house.  He's never thought of his sister-in-law sexually before, but he
swears she's adding a little extra swish to her walk today.  So her sex
life isn't any more exciting than his.  Interesting.

   Sharon and Tim had long ago fallen into a routine of having their
monthly sex after the dinner party at her parent's house.  It is
perfunctory sex, with no foreplay and no variety.  Sharon goes into the
bathroom, brushes her teeth and lubricates herself, from a tube.  He's
already in bed naked, when she crawls under the covers before removing her
nightgown.  She lies on her back and spreads her legs as he positions
himself over her.

   With erotic thoughts of his sister-in-law making him hard, he penetrates
his wife's artificially lubricated pussy.  As always, he's gentle and
loving, still hoping for a reaction that never happens.  As he feels her
warmth envelope him, he mechanically pumps in and out while visualizing the
sway of his sister-in-law's firm ass.  He has a momentary flash of Rhonda's
face, contorted in ecstasy, and her voice urging him to fuck her harder.

   "Come on, Tim!" he hears her moan.  "Fuck a woman like she needs to be
fucked!" He complies with her wishes, slamming his hard cock into his
wife's pussy while visualizing his sister-in-law lying under him.  He
vaguely hears his wife's surprised gasp as his body's urgency takes over
and he drives his cock deep into her unsuspecting pussy.

   He rocks faster, his chest pressed into his wife's tits and he can't
help but think about Rhonda, wondering what her nipples would feel like
rubbing against him.  He envisions her face and lowers his mouth towards
her moist lips.  Before he can complete the kiss, his cock explodes,
bringing him back to reality.  As his hot cum spews into his wife's pussy,
he notices the confused look on her face.

   "I love you," he whispers as he kisses her tenderly on the lips, before
disengaging his spent cock and rolling off of her.

   "I love you, too," she sighs as she gets up and goes to the bathroom to
shower away any evidence that they actually had sex.  This is part of the
ritual too, but tonight she forgets to put her nightgown back on and he is
treated to the sight of her naked body as she hurries into the bathroom. 
His cock starts recovering immediately as he wonders how Rhonda's body
compares to his wife's.  Rhonda is about two years younger and from what he
has seen has a killer body.  He falls asleep dreaming of his sister-in-law.

   Sharon lets the tears run down her cheeks as the water cascades over her
body.  She hates having to just lie there and not respond to Tim's
lovemaking, but it's for his own protection.  She can't bring him into her
wickedness and curse him too!  She loves him too much!

   As she lathers soap over her body and his seed runs down her thighs, she
continues to cry, remembering that awful night back in college, when she
caused herself and her brother Paul to be cursed into damnation.

   She had gone to a party with a guy she had been dating.  Frustrated by
his lack of progress with her sexually, he had bought a powerful sex drug
from the campus pharmaceutical expert and slipped the aphrodisiac into her
drink.

   Paul was studying for a theology test or he'd have been at the party,
too.  Around midnight Sharon's boyfriend called him.

   "Man, I really fucked up, Paul!" the boyfriend said.

   "Where's Sharon?" Paul asked immediately, always protective of his
sister.

   "Man, I was just trying to loosen her up some, you know, melt her
defenses a little." Paul, found out later that he had used three times the
recommended dosage of the sex powder.

   "Where is Sharon?" Paul yelled into the phone.

   "She's out of control, man!  She's dancing naked in the middle of the
common room with all these guys cheering her on."

   Paul ran the two blocks from the apartment he shared with his sister, to
the frat house.  Bursting through the door like a madman, he slammed the
boyfriend against the wall, punched his face and kneed his groin, before
pulling his naked sister from the room.  Grabbing her dress on the way out,
he didn't bother looking for her bra, shoes or panties as he led her
outside.  They stopped beside the house so she could get dressed.

   Her drug-induced sexual arousal made it difficult for him to get her
dressed.  He yelled, begged and bargained with her to put her dress on. 
Paul was out of his mind, looking at his naked sister.  This was so wrong!
He kept repeating scripture to himself as he tried to get her to put her
dress on.

   "He hath uncovered his sister's nakedness; he shall bear his iniquity,"
he whispered repeatedly as her perfect breasts brushed against him when he
tried to get her dress over her head.  "He hath uncovered his sister's
nakedness..." Sharon is not helping.

   "I'm so hot, Paul," Sharon pleads.  "Don't make me get dressed," she
whines, while running her hands over her breasts and tweaking her hard
nipples.  "I'm burning up inside" she slurs, while her hands glide over her
hips and she thrusts her pussy towards him.  "Please make the burning
stop."

   "He hath uncovered his sister's nakedness; he shall bear his iniquity,"
Paul whispers as his cock stiffens, tenting the front of his sweatpants. 
Paul is aggravated, embarrassed and aroused, all at the same time.  "You
have to get dressed!" Paul insists.  "You can't walk home naked!" Sharon
abruptly pulls away from him and runs a few feet away.

   "Please!" she begs as she starts swaying her hips and running her hands
seductively over her body.  "You have to help me, Paul," she pleads again.
"Or let me go back inside," she says defiantly.  Paul takes in the
forbidden sight of his naked sister, his eyes lingering on the light blonde
triangle of pubic hair and he can't control the reaction of his manhood.

   "And if a man shall take his sister, and see her nakedness, it is a
wicked thing; and they shall be cut off in the sight of their people: he
hath uncovered his sister's nakedness; he shall bear his iniquity. 
Leviticus 20:17," he shouts at his sister.  "Snap out of it Sharon!" he
yells as he steps closer to her.  "Snap out of it!" But there was no
snapping her out of her drug-induced sexual arousal.

   "Help me, Paul!" she pants as she throws her arms around his neck and
presses her naked body against him.  "I'll get dressed if you promise to
help me when we get home," she whispers, while clawing his back and
grinding her exposed pussy against the bulge in his pants.

   Paul has always looked up to, and looked after, his older sister.  He
loves her like he loves no one else in the world.  He doesn't know what to
do.  Her skin is warm to the touch and her naked lustfulness is torturing
him.  He has to get her home.

   "Okay," he says, trying to peel her body away from his.  "Now get
dressed," he says, tossing her dress to her.

   "Promise?" she whispers, her breasts heaving as her breath comes in
gasps.  Her hard nipples are jutting out towards him as he answers.  Even
though he knows better, he can't seem to avert his eyes.

   "Yes, I promise," he answers, not sure exactly what he's promising, but
just trying to get his sister dressed.  In weak moments, Paul has had
impure thoughts about his older sister, imagining her nakedness as he lies
in bed at night.  Now, here she is; standing before him, fully aroused and
completely naked.  His cock aches at the sight of her smooth skin in the
moonlight.

   Her breasts, the size of small melons, are capped with perfectly round
half-dollar sized areolas and thick, taut nipples.  He can't take his eyes
off of her as she steps back and slips the dress over her head.  Without a
bra, her hard nipples poke at the thin material of the sundress.

   "Come on, then!" she grabs his hand and pulls him with her as she runs
to their apartment.  Inside the apartment, he closes the door and she turns
towards him.

   "You promised," she reminds him, pulling her dress over her head and
dropping it on the floor.  Stepping towards him, she grabs the bottom of
his shirt and tries to pull it over his head.  Paul stops her, holding her
wrists.

   "You need to sleep this off," Paul says, letting go of his sister's arms
and walking ahead of her towards her bedroom.  Pulling the covers back he
points to her bed.  "Sleep this off and we'll talk in the morning," he
says, afraid to look at the tempting sight of her mouthwatering body.

   "Stay with me," she whispers.  "I'm still burning up.  Hold me, please,"
she begs as she lies down on the bed.  Paul looks at his naked sister as
she moves over to give him room to lie next to her.

   "Just until you fall asleep," he relents, lying on his back with his
arms at his sides, afraid to look at her or get too close to her warm
flesh.

   "Paul, the burning itch is getting worse," she says, wrapping herself
around him.  "It's inside me and it's like nothing I've ever felt," she
says, draping her leg over his thigh and rubbing her naked pussy against
his hip.  "You promised to help me," she pleads, clawing at his clothes as
she humps his leg.  Sharon can't help her actions; her pussy is on fire and
she has to quench it.  She has no experience with this extreme wetness or
the intense burning inside her aroused pussy.

   As children, Paul and Sharon were told in no uncertain terms that
masturbation is a sin and they would burn in hell if they played with
themselves.  Sharon took this literally and has never touched herself or
let anyone else touch her.  Now her insides are burning hot and wet.

   "Cursed be he that lieth with his sister, the daughter of his father, or
the daughter of his mother.  Deuteronomy 27:22," Paul whispers as Sharon
tugs at his sweat pants and he grabs her hand to stop her.

   "You promised," she cries, tears streaming down her cheeks as she slips
her fingers under the waistband of his pants.  Paul gasps when his sister's
slender fingers encircle his throbbing cock.  He also took his parent's
warning literally and his only transgressions have been the occasional wet
dream, fueled by his impure thoughts of his older sister.

   "Cursed be he that lieth with his sister..." Paul repeats, his voice
shaking and his body trembling with both fear and arousal.

   "Cursed be he that lieth to his sister when he promises to help her!"
Sharon says, squeezing his cock while pulling at his sweat pants with her
other hand.  "Please!  Please!  Please!  I can't stop the burning itch!"
Sharon cries in agony.  Paul can't stand to see his sister tormented and
his cock is about to burst.  He pushes her onto her back and pulls his
shirt over his head.  Hesitating, he stares at his sister's naked body as
she spreads her legs invitingly.

   "God forgive us, Sharon!" he says, tearing his sweat pants off and
positioning himself over his sister's trembling body.  "This is a sin!" he
argues, making one final attempt to dissuade her as his throbbing cock
probes her wet pussy lips.

   "Just do it!  Do it!  Hurry!" Sharon pleads, pulling her brother down
onto her.

   Sharon gasps when Paul's hard cock penetrates her opening and enters her
virgin pussy.  The fire is torturous and his cock is about to provide the
relief she needs.  He's barely inside her and she's clawing at his back and
moaning.

   "Oh yes, Paul!" she cries.  "More!  Please!  More!" she's digging at his
back and spreading her legs as wide as they'll go.

   The feeling of his sister's pussy closing around his cock is
overwhelming to Paul.  He's never felt anything like this.  He pulls back
slightly and plunges forward, trying to push his thick cock into her snug,
virgin pussy.  As slippery as she is, he frustratingly is still only
halfway in.  Pulling almost all the way out, he pushes her thighs wide open
and thrusts his hips forward, jamming his cock deep inside her hot, wet
hole.

   Sharon is so aroused and out of control, that when her brother's cock
breaks through her virginal barrier, the pain barely registers.  She
squeezes him tightly and rocks along to his awkward rhythm.  Their shared
inexperience does not diminish the fiery pleasure that surges through their
bodies.

   "Ohmygod!" she screams as her brother starts pounding into her more
assuredly.  Paul is oblivious to anything except the tight, hot sheath
enveloping his cock.  His brain has shut down and he is functioning on pure
animal instinct as he starts mauling his sister's tits and kissing her
lips.

   "Oh Sharon!" he moans.  "It's like nothing I've ever..." His voice
trails off as the tension builds in his balls and his breath comes in short
gasps.  He's out of control, fervently slamming his cock into his sister's
sizzling pussy.

   "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Sharon screams as an orgasm unexpectedly rips
through her body with a thunderous roar.  She shakes and shivers, squeezing
her pussy muscles around her brother's cock, triggering his release.  She's
never felt anything like this either.

   "Aaaaarrrrrrgggghhhhh!" Paul groans as he thrusts one final time,
shooting his first load of cum inside a woman's pussy.  His pleasure is
unknowingly intensified by the fact that his heavy load is being deposited
deep inside his sister's virgin pussy.  Jerking spasmodically, he spews
several smaller spurts before collapsing on her soft tits.

   Sweat-soaked and breathing heavily, they hold each other's trembling
body, with neither of them speaking or moving.  Scared and exhausted, they
finally fall asleep in each other's arms; Paul's spent cock resting
comfortably inside Sharon's newly deflowered pussy.

   Sharon wakes up first.  Her brother's naked body, entangled with hers,
brings back the events of the evening before.  It's all a drug filled blur,
from the party to her brother reluctantly taking her virginity.  She
remembers feeling blissfully content at the end of it all but can't recall
specific details.

   "You awake?" Paul asks, not opening his eyes.

   "Yes," she says quietly.

   "I'm sorry," he says, trying to disengage himself from his sister's
naked body.

   "No!" Sharon blurts out.  "It was all my fault...  the party...  I
begged you...  I remember!" she exclaims.

   "You were drugged!" Paul shouts.  Seeing her confused look, he explains
about the aphrodisiac powder.

   "I should have been stronger.  We're cursed, you know," he says quietly.
"Cursed be he that lieth with his sister, the daughter of his father, or
the daughter of his mother.  Deuteronomy 27:22," he quotes, locking eyes
with her.  "I'm so sorry, Sis." Tears are streaming down his cheeks and
Sharon reaches over and pulls him to her, cradling his head against her
naked breasts.

   "What does that mean?" she asks, combing her fingers through his hair as
he cries.  "To be cursed, I mean."

   "I'm not sure," he sniffs.  "I'll have to do some research to find out
what the penance is for..." he chokes back a cough, "for incest," he
breathes quietly, sniffing back tears.  Sharon is holding him and stroking
his back.  She likes the feel of his face against her breasts and her
nipples respond, pushing into his cheek.

   "Paul," she says, hesitantly, "how did it feel, for you?" She holds his
face tightly against her taut nipple as she awaits his answers.  Several
minutes pass before he speaks.

   "Heavenly, Sharon," he finally whispers.  "No wonder it's the original
sin and the ultimate temptation," he laughs nervously.  "When I...  um... I
mean, when we...  it was so...  all completely consuming.  It's hard to
describe." They lie quietly for a minute.

   "What about you?" he asks, shifting his cheek and noticing her hard
nipples for the first time.

   "I was pretty out of it," she admits, pushing her nipple closer to his
mouth.  "I remember how blissful it felt at the end; like fireworks were
going off deep inside of me, shooting pleasure rockets all through my
body." Her pussy is starting to send arousal signals to her now as she
rocks her tits against her brother's face.

   "Yeah," Paul agrees, "that pretty much sums it up." His lips brush her
sensitive nipple as he speaks.  "I'm so sorry," he says trying to move away
from her.

   "Don't," she says, pulling his face back to her tits.  "We're already
cursed, right?" she laughs.

   "What do you mean?" he asks, wondering what she could be thinking.

   "I mean, we're cursed whether we did it once or more than once, right?"
she asks, her pussy anxiously wanting that blissful feeling again.  She's
opening and closing her legs, rubbing her thighs together.

   "Sharon!" Paul exclaims, sitting up abruptly, and pulling back from her.
"Do you realize what you're saying?  We've sinned!  We've committed incest!
We're cursed!" He shakes his head, and stares at his sister's naked body,
her hard nipples drawing his eyes to her firm, young tits.  His cock
betrays his outrage, stiffening at the sight of her glistening pussy lips
surrounded by her matted pubic hair.

   "If we have to do penance for something sinful, I should at least be
able to remember it!" she retorts, staring at his cock as it hardens before
her eyes.

   "Wow!  That whole thing was inside me?" she asks, moving closer to watch
his cock growing more erect.

   "Sharon!" he says, trying unsuccessfully to cover himself, "this isn't a
game."

   "I know," she says, seriously.  "But you are going to spend the rest of
your life worried that you took advantage of me while I was high on some
aphrodisiac powder.  You think this is all your fault." She reaches for his
hard cock.

   "We are both to blame," she continues, wrapping her fingers around his
thick shaft.  "We are both cursed," she says, stroking her hand up and down
the length of him, "and I want to know what this feels like, before I start
doing penance." She pushes him down on his back while her hand continues to
stroke his cock.

   "Sharon," Paul moans as his body responds to her touch.  He should be
strong and tell her to stop but it feels so damn good!  He watches his
sister's tits bounce gently as she swings her leg over him.  She's right;
they are already cursed.

   "This was all inside of me, huh?" she asks, laughing nervously as she
positions her wet pussy over his fully erect cock.  "Okay, here goes," she
smiles and lowers herself onto her brother's thick shaft.  Paul just
watches, mesmerized by how her lips stretch to accommodate his girth.  When
the wet heat of her labia engulfs his cockhead, he sighs heavily, leaning
back and closing his eyes.  Absolutely heavenly!

   "Ahh!  Ahhh!  Ahhhhh!" Sharon moans as she pushes more and more of her
brother's big beautiful cock into her enflamed pussy.  It feels like
nothing she's ever imagined.  So full...  so tantalizing...  so completely
beyond description.  When her wet pussy lips finally touch the base of his
cock, she stops moving and squeezes her vaginal muscles as she squirms
around to get comfortable.

   "Ohmygod!  Sharon!" Paul cries, his eyes bulging at the sight of his
sister impaled on his throbbing cock.  He instinctively reaches for her
tits, caressing and teasing as she starts rocking back and forth.  All
thoughts of penance are forgotten as the siblings lose themselves in the
pleasure of their forbidden love.

   Sharon rides him like a wild woman, bouncing so frantically on her
brother's cock that she almost bounces off.  Her drenched pussy flies all
the way to the tip before slamming down around his shaft, sending shivers
of pleasure throughout their bodies.

   "Oh Paul!" she cries but her brother can't hear her over his own moans.
Paul has never dreamed of anything remotely close to this.  The pleasure is
excruciating and he is about to burst.  His sister's fiery pussy continues
to assault his throbbing cock and he squeezes her tits tightly as he jerks
his hips off the bed.

   "Oh!  Sharon!" Paul screams as she drives them both to explosive, rocket
launching orgasms.  She clamps her vaginal muscles around his cock as it
spasms inside of her, spewing its hot liquid into her pulsating hole.

   Collapsing on his chest, Sharon kisses her brother passionately as she
bathes in the blissful afterglow of her release, unaware that it may be the
last orgasm of her life.

   Sharon spends several days trying to seduce her brother into more
incestuous lovemaking but Paul refuses any further advances, admonishing
her for wanting to live a sinful life.

   True to his word, Paul does his research and uses the convoluted logic
that has been drummed into him since childhood to arrive at the appropriate
penance.  Neither one of them, he explains to Sharon, can ever enjoy sex
again.  They can marry and fornicate for procreation but they can never
again experience the blissful feelings they achieved during their
incestuous sins.

   They vow their penance to each other, Paul changes his major from
theology to business and they never speak of it again.

   When Sharon returns to her bed, Tim is sleeping peacefully.  She slides
in on her side of the bed, wishing that for just one night she could forgo
her vow.  But she is strong and unwilling to bring her curse onto her
husband.

   As she lies next to him, she remembers the scripture her brother cited
so long ago.  "If a woman profane herself by playing the whore, she shall
be burnt with fire.  Leviticus 21:9." He also added.  "A man shall not take
a wife that is a whore, or is profane.  Leviticus 21:7." As she falls
asleep, she renews her vow; she will not be a whore, Tim doesn't deserve to
be cursed.

   In the weeks following the dinner party, his sister-in-law starts
occupying most of Tim's sexual fantasies.  Every Sunday at church, Rhonda
smiles and winks at him from across the aisle.  He can't tell if it's his
imagination or if she's actually flirting with him.  He thinks his
fantasies are making him read more into her smile than she intends.  At the
next family dinner, he makes sure to go out on the deck again, hoping
she'll join him.  Several minutes later he's not disappointed.

   "How's it going?" she asks, raising her eyebrows as he lights her
cigarette.  "Any luck in breaking through the sexual inhibitions?" she asks
without preamble.

   "Uh...  no," he answers, staring at her.  "How about you?" The more he
sees Rhonda, the more appealing she looks.  Tonight she's wearing a tight
skirt that shows off her firm round ass cheeks and a pull over blouse
stretched across her ample tits.

   "The same," she says.  "He's so gentle and caring, but sometimes a girl
needs more, you know?"

   "Yeah," he whispers, wondering where this is going.  Tim has always
liked Rhonda, but they've never had a conversation like this before.  Maybe
she's as frustrated as he is and wants someone to confide in.

   "I don't want to leave him but I don't want to live like a nun either,"
she says.  "It's not that I don't get propositioned.  I could cheat in a
heartbeat, but there's no one that I'm interested in or trust enough..."
Her voice trails off.

   "I know what you mean," he tells her, his cock stirring at the
possibilities that this conversation provides.  She looks up at him, just
staring, like she's making up her mind about something.

   "I've seen you watching me in church," she says, moving closer to him.
"You don't look like you're thinking sacred thoughts."

   "I'm not," he answers, looking down at her as she stands inches from
him. Her breasts swell against the fabric of her blouse when she takes a
deep breath.

   "Maybe we could help each other, you know, and keep it in the family,"
she blurts out, reaching her hand out towards his waist.  He nervously
jumps back and looks around to make sure no one else is here.

   "Don't worry," she laughs.  "I'm not going to attack you out here."
Reaching out again, she unclips his cell phone from his belt.  "I just want
to program my number into your phone," she says, flipping it open and
punching numbers.  "This is for my company Blackberry.  It's on twenty-four
seven and I'm the only one who can retrieve the messages.  Text me if you
want to get together." She smiles and hands him back his phone just as
Sharon and Paul walk out onto the deck.

   That night as he fucks his wife's unresponsive pussy, Tim can't stop
thinking about his sister-in-law.  As he rams his cock faster, he remembers
the curve of Rhonda's breasts and imagines sucking on her aroused nipples.
He starts pounding harder as he recalls the swaying of her round ass cheeks
and fantasizes cupping his hands around them, digging his fingers into her
soft flesh.  She's actually invited him to cheat with her!  A sudden burst
of moist heat emanating from his wife's pussy shocks him out of his fantasy
and his cock erupts with a more intense orgasm than he's had in a long
time. He stares into her face as he catches his breath, looking for some
small sign of pleasure.

   "You're starting to get a little rough, aren't you?" she asks, pushing
him off of her and grabbing her nightgown as she heads into the bathroom.
He doesn't even bother to watch.

   While his wife's in the shower, Tim grabs his cell phone off the dresser
and sends Rhonda a text message.

   He learns that Rhonda will be out of town for two weeks and they arrange
to get together when she gets back.  The time drags by and Tim starts
second guessing his decision.  Should he really be cheating on his wife? 
Is Rhonda the right choice?  What if they get caught?  His indecision
morphs into lustful fantasy and by the time Rhonda gets back in town he can
barely wait to push his cock into a responsive pussy.

   They arrange to meet at an apartment that Rhonda's company uses for out
of town guests.  Rhonda is a lawyer and they frequently have clients who
need a place to stay.  It's cheaper to maintain an apartment than to pay
for hotels.  Of course, they bill the client the same as if they stayed at
a four star hotel.  He tells his wife that he's taking on a tutoring
assignment and will be late on Wednesday afternoons.  Rhonda has no trouble
getting away and they arrange a time for the following Wednesday.

   Rhonda answers on the first knock and Tim stands there for a second
until she reaches for his hand and pulls him into the room.  As soon as the
door is closed, Rhonda wraps her arms around his neck and presses her lips
to his.  The kiss is urgent and hungry as their tongues fight for space in
each other's mouth and their clothes begin to collect in a heap on the
floor.

   They somehow make it to the bed, coupling like animals.  Her pussy is on
fire, drenched like a flash flood after a long draught.  His cock fires
like a repeating rifle, hardening again and again as she demands more
fervent pounding.  They barely speak.  They just fuck all afternoon, both
of them releasing months of pent up sexual tension.

   They start out fucking face to face with Tim pushing Rhonda's legs over
her head as he jackhammers into her underused pussy.  Then she turns around
and he fucks her from behind, holding her hips and admiring her sweet ass
cheeks as he slams his throbbing cock into her hungry pussy.  Finally,
after sucking him hard again, Rhonda sits astride his cock and rides him
like it's the last fucking she'll ever get.  By the end of the afternoon,
they're just two spent bodies, lying in a tangle of sheets and sweat,
trying to catch their breath.

   "God!  I needed that!" she sighs.  No kidding!

   "That was incredible!" he answers, leaning over her and kissing her
lips. "I haven't had a blowjob since college," he tells her, kissing her
neck and moving his lips towards her gorgeous tits.

   "I haven't had a cock in my mouth for probably as long," she smiles. 
"Next time, I'm going to suck you until you cum but this time my pussy just
needed too much attention." That's an understatement but Tim's not
complaining, especially since she mentioned a next time.

   "Come on.  Let's take a shower," Rhonda says, pushing his mouth away
from her thick nipples.

   "I have to go home and make dinner."

   They lather each other in the shower and Tim takes his time exploring
her curves with his hands while she strokes his cock and caresses his
balls. Her tits are firm and her nipples, surrounded by large, rose-colored
areolas, respond instantly to his teasing.  By the time they rinse off,
he's rock hard again.

   "I guess I really don't have to wait for next time," Rhonda smiles as
she kneels on the shower floor and slides her lips down his rigid shaft.

   Oh God!  He's fantasized this exact moment so many times that it feels
like it's already happened.  After fucking all afternoon, he's surprised he
has anything left but as she licks his cock and caresses his balls he feels
the tension build again.  Her tongue is swirling around his cockhead as her
hand pumps him in and out between her moist lips.  Goddamn!  He grabs her
shoulder length hair and thrusts his cock into her mouth.  Only her hand,
wrapped loosely around the base of his cock, keeps him from gagging her.

   "Ohhhhhhh!  So fucking good!" he moans as she caresses his balls.  The
intense pleasure is overwhelming and without warning he abruptly starts
cumming inside his sister-in-law's mouth.

   "Aaaarrrrrgggghhhhhh!" he groans, shooting more cum than he imagined he
would have left.  Balancing himself with one hand against the tile wall, he
convulses against Rhonda's moist lips while she sucks and swallows until
he's drained of every drop.

   "Thank you, Tim," she says, when they're fully dressed.  She's thanking
him?  He takes her in his arms and tenderly kisses her lips, momentarily
reigniting their lust.

   "I told Sharon that I have to tutor on Wednesday afternoons," he tells
her, reluctantly breaking the kiss to let her know that they could do this
every week.

   "Mmmm.  Tutoring sounds good.  I'm glad we're keeping it in the family,"
she laughs as they leave the apartment.  His mind replays this afternoon
several times that night and all through the next week but it all seems a
blur.  Everything happened so fast that he didn't get a chance to savor it.
Next time will be slower and more deliberate.  God, he can't wait to see
her again.

   Rhonda apparently feels the same way because when she opens the door the
following Wednesday, she's stark naked!

   "I figured why waste time," she smiles as she closes the door and starts
unbuttoning his shirt.

   "Why indeed!" he exclaims as he grabs her bare shoulders and holds her
at arms length.  "You look delicious!" he tells her and his eyes roam over
her body, trying to take in everything at once; her firm tits, her flat
stomach and the neatly trimmed triangle of light brown hair covering her
pussy mound.  She has long slender legs and he slowly turns her around to
admire her from the back.  When his eyes feast on her gorgeous ass, he lets
out an appreciative whistle.

   "You're embarrassing me!" she laughs, pushing his hands from her
shoulders and turning back around to finish undressing him.  "Did you mean
what you said about me looking delicious?" she asks, raising an eyebrow as
she pushes his pants down to his ankles.

   "I can't wait to find out just how delicious," he answers, kicking off
his shoes and stepping out of his pants.  When he's completely naked she
wraps her arms around his neck and presses her body against him.

   "I was hoping you'd say that!" she whispers, nibbling on his ear.  "I
can't remember the last time anyone's had his tongue in me.  I'm soaking
wet just thinking about it," she breathes, taking his hand and leading him
into the bedroom.

   "Probably as long as it's been since I've tasted a woman's charms," he
answers, following anxiously.  When they first got married he tried to get
Sharon to let him eat her pussy but she thought it was the most disgusting
thing she'd ever heard of so he backed off.  Now he's about to taste his
sister-in-law's sweet nectar.  His cock is fully erect and throbbing with
anticipation.

   "I like that," she says quietly as she crawls onto the bed and lies on
her back.  "Tasting a woman's charms.  Very poetic," she smiles and spreads
her legs invitingly.

   "Wow!" he whispers as he positions himself between her legs.  "You
really are wet." Her thighs are wide apart and her pussy lips are
glistening with moisture.  He breathes deeply through his nose, drawing in
her womanly aroma.  Fuck!  It's like an intoxicant, getting him high on the
smell of her dripping pussy.  Even though she doesn't need much teasing, he
licks all around her pussy anyway, avoiding her slick labia for now.

   "Mmmmmm," she moans, wiggling around and trying to get his tongue to
make contact with her pussy lips.  Finally, he leans his face directly over
her splayed open pussy and takes one long lick from the bottom of her slit
to the top of her clit.  The taste, mixed with her aroma, is fucking
incredible and he feels like he could almost cum just eating her.

   "Oh yeah!  Oh Tim!" she moans as he gently sucks one of her pussy lips
into his mouth.  Swirling his tongue all around it, he lightly nibbles on
it before moving to the other one and sucking it in his mouth.

   "Oh God!  That feels so good!" she sighs.  He slides his arms behind her
knees, lifting her legs to give him better access to her juicy opening. 
Slipping his tongue between her wet lips, he laps up her juices and tongue
fucks her anxious pussy.

   "Oh!  Tim!  Oh!  Fuck!" she cries as he slides his tongue in and out of
her slippery hole.  She is soaking wet and her juices are coating his mouth
and cheeks as he move his head from side to side.  Rhonda is thrashing
around on the bed, grabbing his hair and humping her steamy pussy against
his mouth.

   "Oh God!  Yes!" Rhonda exclaims as he moves his tongue up to lick the
top of her slit, just below her clit.  Slipping two fingers into her pussy,
he pumps them in and out and lightly flicks his tongue across her exposed
clit.  By the time he sucks her clit into his mouth, she's nearly
hysterical.

   "Ohhhhhhhhh!  Fuck!" Rhonda's moaning and twisting her body around,
humping his fingers and pushing her clit against his mouth.  "Don't stop!
I'm cumming, Tim!  Don't fucking stop!"

   She's holding his head while bucking her pussy feverishly against his
mouth.  He keeps sucking her clit, trying to keep it in his mouth as she
writhes around on the bed.  Just as he thinks he can't stay with her, she
clamps her pussy muscles around his fingers and lets out a loud moan.

   "Aaaaarrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhhhh!" she screams, mashing his head tightly
against her pussy as she shakes and shivers through her orgasm.  When she
finally releases the pressure on the back of his head, he starts lapping up
her sweet, delicious pussy juice.  Fuck!  It's been so long and it tastes
so good that he just keeps licking her juices and eating her pussy until
she starts rocking against his mouth again.

   Once more, using his fingers on her pussy, he sucks on her clit and he
eats her through another intense orgasm.  This time she's even more
frantic, squirming all over the bed, grabbing his hair and grinding her
pussy into his face until he can hardly breathe.  When she finally cums,
it's like someone opened the fucking floodgates; pussy juice is gushing all
over his face and running down his chin.

   Before she even catches her breath, he moves up her body, trailing
kisses across her stomach, nibbling her erect nipples and positioning his
hard cock at the entrance to her womanhood.  Pushing his pussy-soaked
tongue in her mouth, he glides his cock into her welcoming pussy, rocking
gently until he's completely buried in her steamy hole.  The moist heat
surrounding his cock sends shivers through his body as her hot velvet walls
tighten around him.

   Fuck!  She feels so good!  His tongue explores her mouth as he slowly
withdraws his cock until just the head is resting between her moist lips.
With one quick thrust, he slams back in and his balls slap against her ass
cheeks.  He presses his cock into her, not moving it as her pussy quivers
around him.

   "Oh!  God!  Tim!" she breaks the kiss and he feels her shudder beneath
him, her pussy spasming around his motionless cock.  "I've never had so
many..." she doesn't finish because he's started rapidly pumping his cock
in and out of her hot pussy.

   "Oh yeah!  Oh!  Tim!" She wraps her arms and legs tightly around him as
he pummels her soggy hole.  His cock is aching for release now and he
pounds harder and faster, driving them both into a sweat-soaked frenzy.

   "Ohmygod!  Ohhhhhh!  Fuck!" Rhonda tightens her arms around him, digging
her nails into the middle of his back.  He feels her legs loosen from his
sides as she plants her feet on the bed and thrusts her hips up to meet his
quickening strokes.  They're both in a delirious state, slamming against
each other as their pleasure builds to a raw peak.

   "Ohhhhhhhhh!!  Yeeeeeeessss!" Rhonda claws his back and squeezes her
pussy muscles around his cock as she shudders through another
cock-drenching orgasm.  Tim doesn't even try to hold back, plunging into
her one final time, his cock erupts deep inside her pulsating pussy.  He
jerkily shoots several more spurts into her quivering hole before
collapsing on her fleshy tits and pressing his lips to hers.

   They kiss passionately while their bodies shiver and shake through the
after throes of their heat-crazed lovemaking.  For a few blissful minutes,
no one else exists in the world except the two of them.

   "I've never..." she whispers, still catching her breath.

   "Me neither," he answers, kissing her again as his cock stirs inside her
pussy.  She smiles at him questioningly while raising her eyebrows with a
look of incredulity.

   "It's what you do to me," he answers and starts moving inside of her.

   "Stop," she pleads, gently pushing him off of her, "you're going to wear
me out." He reluctantly withdraws his recovering cock from the warm sheath
of her cum-filled pussy.

   "Besides," she smiles, "I haven't tasted you today." She rolls him onto
his back and rises up on her knees beside him.  Wrapping her hand around
his semi-erect cock, she stretches her tongue out and starts licking her
juices from around his cockhead.

   "God, Rhonda!" he breathes as she moves between his legs and feeds his
rapidly recovering cock into her warm mouth.  Sliding her lips halfway down
the length of him, she flicks her tongue against the sensitive underside.
Fuck!  He can't remember being more aroused or more pleasured than he is
right now.  Rhonda sucks on the head of his cock while corkscrewing her
hand up and down his slick shaft.

   Tim closes his eyes and lays his head back as Rhonda bobs her head up
and down and caresses his balls.  Her hard nipples brush against his thighs
as her very talented tongue dances around his cock.  It's too much and he
feels the tension building rapidly.

   Tim reaches for Rhonda's head, entwining his fingers in her hair as he
starts bucking his ass off the bed.  Their eyes meet and she pumps his cock
in rapid-fire motion with her lips wrapped around the head and her fingers
stroking his balls.  That's it.  He fucks his cock into his sister-in-law's
mouth, spewing cum that she urgently gulps down while he holds her head in
place.  She sucks and swallows until he's completely drained and he falls
back on the bed, panting as his head hits the soft pillow.

   "Fuck!  Rhonda!" he sighs, "that was fucking incredible." She's still
slurping his cock, licking the last remnants of cum off the sides.

   "I enjoyed it too," she says, crawling up beside him and draping her arm
over his chest.  "How many times can you cum in a row?" she asks, while
cuddling up to his side.

   "I don't know," he answers honestly, "I've never really had a chance to
find out."

   "We'll have to test you," she says matter-of-factly as she brushes her
fingers through his chest hair.

   "I like the way you think," he responds, putting his arm around her
shoulder and pulling her closer to him.

   "Mmmmm," she sighs.  "I think we better shower, before I fall asleep and
miss dinner."

   "Yeah," he answers, looking at the clock.  "Rhonda, there aren't words
to express..." She cuts him off before he can finish.

   "Shhh," she says, putting her fingers to his lips.  "I know," she
whispers, "believe me, I know."

   Leaning up, she kisses him hard on the lips.  Halfway through the kiss,
she swings her legs over his body and stretches out on top of him, mashing
her soft tits against his chest and grinding her matted pussy mound against
his spent cock.

   "We deserve this," she says, breaking the kiss.  "We've nothing to feel
guilty about." He just nods and pulls her face back down to his.  What an
incredible woman!

   The following evening, there's another family dinner.  It's the first
time Tim's been in the same room with Rhonda and Sharon since he and Rhonda
became lovers.  He struggles to maintain his composure all through dinner,
barely engaging in any conversation.  As soon as he can, he heads for the
sanctum of the back deck.  Rhonda joins him moments later.

   "You all right?" she laughs.  "You looked as stiff as a board in there,"
she says, walking towards him but not taking out her customary cigarette.

   "I'm fine," he answers.  "Don't you find it awkward or weird?" he asks,
leaning against the railing and admiring the way her tight jeans show off
her figure.

   "Of course it's awkward," she says, stopping next to him and looking
over her shoulder into the dining room window.  "You can see all four of
them from here, can't you?" she asks quietly.

   "Yes," he answers, confused by her question.

   "Good," she says, squatting down and moving over in front of him.  "Tell
me if any of them start to come out here," she says, tugging at his zipper.

   "Rhonda!" he hisses in a hushed whisper.  "What do you think you're
doing?" He's nearly freaking out but his cock is already at attention. 
Rhonda's head is below the windowsill and Tim realizes that while he leans
against the railing looking into the house, they can't see her at all.

   "This is better than a cigarette, any day," she smiles up at him as her
hand gropes around inside his fly.  Maneuvering it through his boxers, she
releases his hard cock to the air.  "Speaking of stiff as a board," she
laughs and deftly swipes her tongue across the tip of his cock.

   "Oh fuck!" Tim whispers.  "I can't believe you're doing this." He wants
to close his eyes and savor the feeling of Rhonda's tongue swirling around
his cockhead but he keeps them glued on his wife and in-laws, sitting
around the dining room table.

   Rhonda rapidly pumps Tim's cock in and out of her mouth while her tongue
slithers all around its most sensitive areas.  Tim is trying to act normal
and look like nothing is going on when what he really wants to do is grab
Rhonda's head and fuck her warm mouth like he did yesterday.

   Rhonda's sexuality has been reawakened by her encounters with her
brother-in-law.  She loves the sensuous feel of his hard cock in her mouth
and the salty taste of his cum.  She would like to take her time and
prolong the pleasure but she knows she better make this fast.  Her expert
tongue, coupled with the risk-taking thrill of doing this out in the open,
has Tim ready to shoot his load in minutes.

   "Fuck, Rhonda!" he breathes, closing his eyes momentarily as his cock
swells and Rhonda pumps faster.  Blasting a heavy load of cum into her
mouth, he opens his eyes and panics when he doesn't see Sharon sitting at
the table.

   "FUCK!" he whispers, glancing all around.  "Sharon's not there!" he
hisses, trying to push Rhonda's mouth away from his cock as his eyes search
the room for his wife.  Rhonda hangs on, keeping her lips around the end of
his cock until the last little spurt is out.

   "Turn around and tuck it in," Rhonda orders as she springs to her feet
and stands next to him, blocking the view of anyone coming through the
door. "Been saving that up, have you?" she whispers, squeezing his ass
cheek and licking the last bit of cum from around her mouth just as the
sliding glass door opens.  To innocent eyes, they look like two normal
people admiring the view.

   "Here they are!" Sharon says, leading her brother out onto the deck. 
"We always seem to lose you two," she smiles.

   "I bet you hardly missed us," Tim says, turning around to face his wife
with his pants looking perfectly normal.  He catches Rhonda's eye and wipes
his cheek, hoping she'll take the hint and clean off the dab of cum
clinging to her dimple.  She gets it just in time as her husband walks up
next to her.  Fuck that was close.  Tim breathes a sigh of relief.

   "Oh, I know how you feel about those discussions," Sharon laughs as she
changes the subject and asks the group how they feel about renting a beach
house together for a week this summer.  Rhonda says she's all for it,
smiling at Tim and almost imperceptibly raising one eyebrow.  They all
agree it's a great idea and Rhonda and Sharon arrange to have lunch next
week to discuss the details.

   At home in bed and still reeling from the impromptu blowjob at his
in-law's house, Tim plunges his hard cock into his wife's gel-lubricated
pussy.  Mentally reliving the feel of Rhonda's tongue swirling around his
cock, he thrusts into his wife with unprecedented vigor.  Her lack of
response is obliterated by the images in his head as he recalls the two
recent rendezvous with his sister-in-law and the taste and aroma of her
fervently aroused pussy.

   Sharon doesn't know what's gotten into Tim lately but she's finding it
harder and harder to control herself during his passionate lovemaking.  Her
body is fighting her brain as her insides warm to his forceful pounding,
emanating natural lubricant and unfamiliar arousal.  She tries to think of
something to force her brain to respond.  She focuses on their vacation and
her lunch next week with Rhonda.  As her juices ooze around her husband's
jackhammering cock, she holds perfectly still and wonders about Paul and
Rhonda's lovemaking.

   Tim feels his wife's pussy responding like never before.  The heat and
moisture engulfing his cock drives him to speed up his rhythm and try to
increase Sharon's pleasure.  Rising up on his arms, he looks at his wife's
face as he continues to slam his cock into her steaming pussy.  Her face is
contorted into a level of concentration that he's never seen before.  She's
fighting it!  He can't believe it!  He's giving her the chance for a real
orgasm, probably her first, and she's fighting it.  What the fuck!

   He thrusts into her one final time, erupting in a flow of cum deep
inside her begrudgingly responsive pussy.  He doesn't get it and doesn't
know what to do about it as he collapses on her chest.

   "You really need to be more gentle, Tim," she whispers, releasing the
breath she's been holding throughout his final thrusts.  She kisses his
lips and gently rolls him off of her.  Ignoring her nightgown, she walks
naked into the bathroom and starts the shower.  Adjusting the water
temperature, she steps under the spray and immediately sinks to the floor
with her head buried in her hands.  What is she going to do?  Maybe she
should talk to Rhonda.

   When Tim shows up at Rhonda's apartment on Wednesday, she's wearing a
white babydoll nightie without any panties.  He marvels at the way the
sheer material drapes over her erect nipples and hangs just below her
triangular patch of hair.  He's amazed at how being almost nude is even
sexier than being completely naked.

   "Guess what I've got," she says, with her hands behind her back.  He
closes the door before he answers.

   "I can see what you've got," he says, grasping her soft tits in his
hands and feeling her taut nipples press through the thin material into his
palms.

   "Not those," she laughs, bringing her right hand up and showing him a
small box of cards.

   "This!" The box reads, "Sex Deck: Playful positions to spice up your
love life".

   "There are fifty cards with fifty different positions," she says
triumphantly, "and we're going to try them all." She wraps her arms around
his neck and grinds her pussy against the bulge in his pants.  Sliding his
hands under the back of her babydoll, he cups her bare ass cheeks as he
pulls her against him.

   "What did I do to deserve you?" he asks, digging his fingers into her
fleshy ass cheeks.  God!  She feels so fucking good.  He could squeeze her
ass forever!

   "You don't deserve me," she teases, "but we're family!" Rhonda laughs as
she breaks away and spreads the cards out on the bed.  She's bending over,
mixing up the cards and the babydoll nightie rides up above her ass cheeks.

   "Where do we start?" he asks, staring at her perfect ass while pulling
off his shoes and socks.

   "Pick a card, any card," she smiles, pointing to the bed.  "I figure we
can start by each picking one card and then alternating until we're
exhausted." She's excitedly bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet
and he enjoys the lively spring of her tits, clearly visible through the
sheer material.  Reaching over to the bed, he picks a card.

   "The reverse cowgirl," he says, reading the card.  Rhonda's tits are
pressed against his arm as she reads over his shoulder.  A guy is pictured
lying on his back with a woman facing his feet as she straddles his cock.

   "Oooo, ride 'em cowgirl.  I'm getting wet just imagining how that
feels," Rhonda says.

   "Aren't you always wet?" Tim asks playfully as he runs his hand up her
inner thigh and across her moist pussy lips.

   "When I'm around you," she sighs, turning towards the bed.  "My turn to
choose." She picks a card from the far side of the bed.  "Suspended
congress position," Rhonda reads.  "I'm not sure about this one," she
smiles, handing him the card.  "Do you think you can do it?"

   He looks at the picture.  This time the guy is standing and the girl has
her arms and legs wrapped around him while she's impaled on his cock.  His
arms are behind her back holding her up as she apparently bounces up and
down on his cock.

   "The fine print says it might be easier to maintain thrusts if the woman
has her back to a wall, like in a shower," he tells her.  "Maybe we should
start out that way and see if I can move away from the wall.  Let's do mine
first," he suggests, "and then try yours in the shower."

   "Okay.  Let's get you naked!" Rhonda says, attacking the buttons on his
shirt.

   "The cards are an awesome idea," he tells her.  "What made you think of
it?"

   "I've always been fascinated by the sex position books and wondered if
there could really be that many different ways," she smiles as she drops
his shirt on a chair and starts unfastening his belt.

   "If this works out, there's a book called 365 Sex Positions - A Year of
Great Sex," she teases as she pulls his pants and boxer shorts down
together, releasing his hard cock.  Rhonda kisses the tip of his cock,
flicking her tongue against it, before standing up and wrapping her arms
around his neck.

   "We can use the cards to find out how many times you can cum," she
smiles.  Rhonda pushes him down on the bed and takes a step back.  She
starts rhythmically swaying from side to side while teasingly pulling up
the bottom of the sheer babydoll.  Smiling at his cock's instant reaction,
she dances erotically and slowly removes her nightie.

   "You are so beautiful," Tim sighs as Rhonda tosses the nightie aside and
climbs up on the bed.

   "I know I am!" she smiles over her shoulder while turning to straddle
his legs, "Ready?"

   "I think I'm going to like this," he says, admiring her sensational ass
again while she positions herself over his stiff cock.  He uses his hand to
push his erection into a more upright position and slides it between her
pussy lips as she lowers herself down.

   "Mmmmm," he moans when her hot pussy glides down around his hard cock.
Rhonda leans forward, placing her hands on his knees and forcing his cock
to bend with her.

   "This is really different," he says as her pussy grips his cock and she
starts moving up and down.

   "Feels awesome!" he adds, grabbing her hips and trying to speed up her
motions.

   "This feels sooo good!" she answers and starts rocking faster.  He tries
to thrust into her but her weight keeps him from moving very much and he
finally just lies back and enjoys her being in control.

   The position is absolutely wicked.  Not only is she moving up and down,
she's undulating her hips and stimulating his cock in a way he's never
experienced.

   Rhonda leans farther forward, gripping his ankles and grinding her clit
against him as she rocks faster.  Her widespread ass cheeks give him a
clear view of his glistening cock disappearing between her wet pussy lips.
This position also affords him a great view of her puckered asshole and he
moves one hand from her hips to run a finger around the crinkled opening.

   "Ohhhh Yeah!" Rhonda moans while glancing back over her shoulder.  "Play
with my ass," she pleads.

   "That wasn't on the card," he teases as he sticks his index finger in
his mouth, moistening it with a thick coating of saliva before moving it
towards her asshole.  Twisting it around to lubricate the opening, he tries
to gently push it in but she's bouncing too rapidly.

   "Stop moving a second," he tells her and she sits firmly down on his
cock, panting as he corkscrews his finger into her ass.

   "Mmmmmmm!" she moans, wiggling her ass against his finger, which
titillates his cock and buries it deeper inside her hot pussy.  With his
finger about halfway into her ass, she starts moving again, riding his cock
harder and faster than before.  Her asshole is tight and he twists and
turns his finger rather than trying to pump it in and out as she pistons up
and down on his hard cock.

   "Fuck!  I'm about to cum!" he declares.  Rhonda's gyrations on his cock,
and the excitement of fingering her asshole, have pushed him to the peak of
arousal.  The way she's moving and panting, she can't be far behind him. 
His finger now easily slides in and out of her ass.

   "Oh!  Fuucck!" he moans, tensing his legs as his orgasm builds.  Again,
his attempts to thrust up into her are thwarted by her weight on his legs.

   "Hang on, Tim!" she cries.  "I'm almost there.  I'm so damn close!" she
begs and he tries not to shoot his load.  While she increases the urgency
of her thrusts and slams down harder on his sensitive cock, he jams his
finger deeper into her asshole.

   "I can't hold back!" he shouts as the first load of cum blasts from his
cock.  He spasms beneath her but she just rides harder while he spews his
cum into her fiery pussy.

   "Ohhhhhh!  Fuuuuuuuuccccck!" Rhonda screams, slamming down hard on his
nearly spent cock.  Squeezing her pussy muscles around him, she jerks
upright and sits fully erect.  He pulls his finger out as her orgasm rips
through her body.  Grabbing her hips, he holds onto her as she convulses
through the multiple shockwaves surging from her quivering pussy.

   "And that's only the first card," Rhonda says, trying to catch her
breath as she disengages herself from his cock.

   "Lucky me," he smiles.  "Forty-nine cards to go!" She flips around and
is lying with her head on his chest.  Draping one leg over his, she cuddles
into his shoulder as he wraps his arm around her.

   "Think we'll live through them all?" she asks, her breath still coming
in gasps.

   "If not, I can't think of a better way to die," he laughs.

   "I really liked your finger in my ass," she says.  "I've never done that
before."

   "Wow!  You fooled me!" he says.  "The way you commanded me to play with
your ass I thought this was a regular occurrence."

   "Some of the cards are for anal sex positions and I want to be ready
when we draw one," she says quietly.  Fuck!  Anal sex with his
sister-in-law!  Of course, he's heard about it and seen porn videos but he
never thought he'd get to try it.

   "Have you ever done it?" she asks, when he doesn't respond.

   "No," he answers, "but I've always wondered what it would be like."

   "Well, play your cards right..." she laughs and leans her head up to
kiss him.

   The standing position in the shower doesn't go as well as the reverse
cowgirl but they manage to both get off and he does enjoy being face to
face while they're fucking.

   Afterwards, they dry off and just lie on the bed, talking.

   "Sharon asked some weird questions at lunch today," Rhonda tells him.

   "What kind of weird questions?" Tim asks nervously.

   "Oh, she doesn't suspect anything," she reassures him.  "She was more
interested in Paul and I?"

   "What do you mean?"

   "Well, it's not like she came right out and asked but she seemed very
interested in how Paul and I are doing sexually," Rhonda says.  "It was
weird, because we used to have these girl talks before either of us got
married but we haven't in a long time."

   "I've noticed a slight change at home," Tim confides.  He explains how
he's felt Sharon starting to respond during their monthly ritual but
seemingly trying to fight it.  Rhonda can't believe it when he tells her
how Sharon uses a lubricant.

   "With your tongue at her disposal?" she says, flicking her tongue out
for emphasis.  "She's an idiot!"

   "So, what did you tell her?" he asks.

   "She was pretty interested in how her family's religious beliefs
affected me in the bedroom and I thought maybe if she knew Paul didn't buy
into all that crap she might, you know, loosen up a little." Rhonda is
running her hand across Tim's stomach as she speaks.

   "I lied," she says, matter-of-factly.  "I told her that her brother was
an amazingly passionate and sensitive lover who took me to places I
couldn't even describe," Rhonda laughs.  "You should have seen the look on
her face when I told her that what he does with his tongue was downright
sinful." Rhonda's hand is combing through Tim's pubic hair as she continues
more seriously.

   "If she only knew I was describing you," she sighs, her hand sliding
between his legs and gently caressing his balls.

   "What did Sharon say?" Tim asks, spreading his legs to give Rhonda more
access while not even trying to hide his fascination with the sexual
discussion between his lover and his wife.

   "That's what's weird," Rhonda says, still stroking his balls.  "Her face
got red and...  at first, I thought I had embarrassed her but then I
realized she looked really angry.  She quickly changed the subject and then
said she had to go." Tim thinks about the conversation while enjoying the
way Rhonda is fondling his balls.  His cock is coming to life from her
teasing.

   "I can't imagine why she would be angry about you and Paul," he says,
almost to himself.  "Unless she feels like it somehow betrays their
parent's beliefs."

   "Do you thing she'll stop resisting her own feelings if she thinks her
brother has abandoned the fold?" Rhonda asks.

   "I don't know but I appreciate you trying to help," he says, kissing the
top of her head.

   "Tim," Rhonda says, "if Sharon starts responding to you...  will we
still...?" She doesn't finish.

   "Oh, Rhonda, no," Tim answers honestly, his cock now standing at
attention.  "I can't imagine stopping this.  What you do to me..." His
voice trails off.

   "What we do to each other," she says with a mischievous grin on her
face. "Speaking of which..." she smiles as she licks her way down his body,
dragging her soft tits across his cock, before sucking the head of it
between her lips.

   In no time at all Rhonda is bobbing her head up and down on his hard
cock as her fingers continue to tease his balls.  He thrusts up into her
mouth, not even trying to hold back and explodes with his third orgasm of
the afternoon.

   "We aren't even close to finding out how many times you can cum," Rhonda
says as they get dressed.  "We need more time."

   "Once schools out, I have a couple of weeks before summer school starts.
We could spend the whole day," he tells her as she runs a brush through her
hair.

   "Let's plan on that," she says, smiling at him in the mirror.  "And of
course, we're going to spend a week together at the beach," she adds,
mischievously.

   "With our spouses," he reminds her.  She just shrugs and kisses him on
the lips.

   Before they leave, Rhonda suggests they draw cards for next week so they
know what to look forward to.  He agrees and draws a Doggy Style card from
the box.  The picture is just what you would expect with the woman on all
fours and the man penetrating her from behind.  He was hoping for something
more exotic, before it dawns on him that just fucking Rhonda every week is
exotic.

   Rhonda draws a Missionary Anal position card.  Now we're talking!  The
woman is on her back with her legs drawn up next to her head and a pillow
under her hips while the man half kneels between her legs, penetrating her
ass with his cock.

   "You look happy about fucking my ass!" Rhonda teases as she playfully
squeezes his cock.  He didn't realize he was getting aroused again.

   "Should we bring some lubricant?" he asks.  "I've never done this
before."

   "You can get some just in case, but first we'll try using some natural
lubricant," she laughs at the puzzled look on his face.  "I'm sure you can
churn up some lubricating juice with your tongue in the right place, can't
you?" she asks.

   "No doubt!" he says, kissing her again before they exit the apartment.

   Sharon is fuming!  Ever since her lunch with Rhonda, she's been pacing
the floor and trying to figure out how her brother could betray her like
this.  The hypocritical bastard was sucking and fucking his wife into
oblivion, while Sharon was gritting her teeth and trying not to have an
orgasm because of the vow they took!  The vow to never enjoy sex again! 
Doesn't that mean no orgasms?

   What the hell was she thinking?  How could she have been so stupid? 
Women can have sex without climaxing but men never do!  While she's
sacrificing her sex life with her husband, her brother is getting off with
his wife all the time, according to Rhonda.

   Rhonda's description of their lovemaking brings back vivid images of the
day she was gyrating on her brother's hard cock.  The only orgasm she's
ever had, at least when she was fully lucid.  She doesn't want to think
about that!  Pounding her fist against her leg, not for the first time, she
tries to make sense of it all.  How could her brother have deceived her
like this?

   She needs to calm down and label her feelings.  That's what all the
self-help books say; label your feelings.  Okay, there is anger, of course,
and betrayal, frustration, hurt, jealousy.  Jealousy?

   Of what?  Of who?  Of Rhonda?  Because she's getting orgasms that
Sharon's not or...  no!  She is not jealous of her brother's wife!  No! 
That's not what this is about.  She hears Tim's car in the driveway and
tries to pull herself together.

   "How was your day?" Tim asks, walking into the kitchen where Sharon is
making dinner.

   "Fine.  And yours?" she asks, smiling over her shoulder at him.

   "Great!" he says, trying not to sound too enthusiastic.  It really was a
great day, eating and fucking his sister-in-law.  "How was your lunch with
Rhonda?" he asks, wondering how Sharon will react.

   "Good," she says, not very convincingly.

   "Did you guys agree on a date for our joint vacation?" he asks, already
knowing the answer from Rhonda.

   "Yes," she says, hesitantly.  "Fourth of July week," she answers,
turning from the stove.  "Do you really want to do this?  Would you rather
take a vacation somewhere, just the two of us?"

   "I thought this was your idea," Tim answers, wondering how her lunchtime
discussion of Rhonda and Paul's sex life has suddenly given Sharon a change
of heart about the vacation.

   "It was.  I just wasn't sure how you felt about it," she says and he
knows she's lying.

   "I think it's great," he says.  "You absolutely love your brother and we
both adore Rhonda.  Is there a problem?"

   "No," Sharon lies again.  "We'll have a great time," she says,
unenthusiastically.  Tim lets it go.

   One of the most ironic elements of Tim and Sharon's marriage is that
they sleep cuddled up to each other every night except on the nights they
make love.  Sharon, in her knee length cotton nightgown, spoons against
Tim's naked back with her arm around him, or sometimes he spoons against
Sharon's back, being careful not to touch her breasts.

   A couple of days after their vacation discussion, Sharon climbs into bed
and snuggles up against her husband's back as usual.  Tim, who had his back
to her and didn't see her come to bed, notices the difference immediately.
Instead of her normal cotton nightgown, Sharon is wearing something soft
and cool; satin maybe?  She cuddles up to him and says goodnight.  Maybe
Rhonda's right.  Maybe if Sharon thinks her brother isn't buying into the
whole sexual repression, she shouldn't either.  He wiggles his ass against
her satin covered thighs and says goodnight.

   Neither Tim nor Sharon mention the satin nightgown but Tim starts lying
on his other side when Sharon comes to bed so he can admire the way it
clings to her sexy curves.  He cuddles up against her, resting his cock
against her satin covered ass.

   As exciting a development as this is, Tim is totally preoccupied with
fucking Rhonda's ass.  He's been doing research on the Internet about anal
intercourse so he can make the experience mutually satisfying.  He's so
excited that he's been jacking off nearly everyday.

   The night before he's supposed to meet Rhonda again, Sharon shocks Tim
by coming to bed completely naked.  Having turned towards the wall when he
went to bed, he didn't see her come out of the bathroom so he's completely
unprepared when she cuddles up to his back.  When he feels the smoothness
of her thighs against his ass, he tentatively moves back against her,
thinking maybe her nightgown has just ridden up but her bare tits resting
against his back assures him she is indeed naked.

   She picked a hell of a night to start something, he thinks.  All he
wants to do is close his eyes and dream about fucking Rhonda tomorrow.  The
thought of his hard cock pumping in and out of his sister-in-law's tight
ass is so erotic that he can't bring himself to deal with his wife's
tentative attempts at seduction.  He kisses her goodnight and then turns
over towards the wall.

   Sharon doesn't know what to do.  She thought Tim would react more
enthusiastically to her new nightgown but he didn't even seem to notice. 
After a few nights of cuddling him with just the thin satin material
between them, she worked up the courage to abandon the nightgown and crawl
into bed completely naked.  Cuddling against him and pressing her bare tits
into his back made her heart pound in her chest and her breathing become
labored.  She felt an unfamiliar tingling between her legs; reminiscent of
the burning itch she had the night she convinced her brother to commit
incest.

   The sobering thoughts about her brother, combined with her husband's
indifference to her exposed flesh, squelches her desires and she dozes off,
wondering if she's even capable of becoming a normal wife.  While Tim
dreams of fucking Rhonda's ass, Sharon dreams about her brother and the
only orgasms she's ever had.

   Rhonda is pacing the apartment, nervous as a schoolgirl on her first
date.  Conflicting emotions are raging through her brain; she's scared,
nervous, excited and, incredibly aroused by the idea of Tim fucking her
ass. She arrived at the apartment early, soaked in the bathtub and has
barely eaten all day.  She thinks her ass is as clean and ready as it's
ever going to be.

   Taking a drag on her cigarette, she catches a glimpse of herself
reflected in the dark television screen and again wonders if she should put
on her nightie.  After her bath, she massaged flavored oil all over her
body and decided to stay naked while she waited for Tim.  Then thinking she
looked too anxious, she put her pantsuit back on.  A few minutes later, she
shed the pantsuit and put on the sheer nightie.  Now she's naked again,
second-guessing herself, when she hears the doorbell ring.

   Tim's cock, already excitedly pushing against the front of his pants,
springs to attention when Rhonda opens the door.  His eyes devour her naked
body and her smooth skin glistening from the body oil.

   "You look delicious," he says, closing the door and taking her into his
arms.  She melts against him, wanting to tear his clothes off as he cups
her bare ass cheeks and pushes his tongue into her mouth.  Sliding her hand
between them, she grips his hard cock through his pants, gently squeezing
it in a slow rhythm.  Tim moans into her mouth as his hands caress her ass.
I'm going to be fucking this ass in a few minutes, he thinks as his cock
swells in Rhonda's hand.

   "I did some research," Tim says a few minutes later as he starts
shedding his clothes.  "Two things seem to permeate the information about
anal sex.  First, you have to be at the peak of arousal; I can take care of
that.  Secondly, I have to be at the peak of hardness.  In other words, I
shouldn't have cum yet," he smiles.

   "You have it all figured out," Rhonda laughs nervously.  "I guess I'll
just put myself in your capable hands," she says, wrapping her arms around
his neck as he drops his underwear on the floor and stands up.  His stiff
cock bumps against her leg and she reaches down and gently pulls it up,
trapping it between their bodies.

   "Capable but inexperienced," he reminds her, "and I can hardly wait to
change that." As he moves her towards the bed he adds, "my plan is to eat
you through a couple of orgasms," he pushes her onto her back onto the bed,
"and then, fuck you until you're almost ready to cum again.  Crawling up
between her outstretched legs, he continues, "then you should be ready for
the main event."

   "Mmmmm," Rhonda smiles, "sounds heavenly." Rhonda spreads her legs
farther apart and Tim starts licking her inner thighs, getting his first
taste of the flavored oil.

   "Strawberry?" He gives her a surprised look and Rhonda nods.  "My
favorite!" he says, teasing her smooth skin with his tongue as he works his
way towards her moist pussy lips.

   True to his word, Tim's tongue works his magic on Rhonda's pussy.  With
his fingers pumping her pussy and his mouth sucking her clit, he detonates
two explosive orgasms back to back.

   "Ohhhhhmyyyyygod!" Rhonda sighs, falling back on the bed, while Tim
continues lapping up her steady flow of juices.

   "Let's fuck!" Tim says excitedly, moving up next to Rhonda.  "Turn
over," he tells her, gently nudging her body.  "We're going to do my card,
so I can lubricate your ass while I'm fucking you." Rhonda had completely
forgotten about the doggie style card Tim drew last week.

   "You've thought of everything," Rhonda says, still gasping for breath.
Rolling on to her stomach, she shakily pushes herself up on all fours. 
Retrieving the lubricant from the small bag he had dropped by the door when
he first came in, Tim positions himself behind her gorgeous ass.  His cock
throbs with anticipation as he lines it up with her frothing pussy.

   "Ohhhhhh!  Yeah!" Rhonda moans as Tim plunges his cock deeply inside her
well-lubricated hole.  Pushing himself tightly against her ass to keep his
cock deeply imbedded in her pussy, he squeezes lubricant on his finger and
pulls her cheeks apart with his thumbs.

   "Oh!  Tim!  Oh!" Rhonda squeals as he swirls his finger around her
puckered opening.  Rhonda is rocking back and forth against Tim's hard cock
while he corkscrews his finger into her tight ass.

   "Oh!  Fuck!" Rhonda moans, lunging back at him as Tim inserts a second
finger into her ass and wonders how he'll ever get his cock into this
narrow opening.  Twisting his fingers around, he smears the lubricant and
tries to stretch her hole.

   "Okay.  Time to turn over," Tim says, pulling his rock solid cock from
Rhonda's soggy pussy.

   "Supposedly the trick is for you to try and relax your sphincter," Tim
chuckles nervously as Rhonda rolls onto her back and Tim pushes her legs up
to her shoulders.

   "Hold your ankles," he instructs as he lines his cockhead up with her
crinkled opening.  With Rhonda bent in half like this all he sees is ass,
pussy and tits.  His cock is throbbing at the erotic sight.

   "Be careful," Rhonda cautions him.  "Take it slowly, okay," she pants,
trembling with anticipation and arousal.  Taking a deep breath, she
consciously tries to relax her ass muscles as Tim pushes forward.

   "Okay.  Just try to relax," Tim is so excited; pre-cum is dripping from
his cock, adding lubricant as he pushes it into his sister-in-law's ass. 
Fuck!  It's so goddamn tight.  Rhonda's ass starts stretching around his
cockhead and he pushes harder causing Rhonda to lose her grip on her
ankles.

   "Owwww!" Rhonda yowls.  He's going to tear me apart, she panics.  "Maybe
this wasn't such a good idea," she says, trying to disengage her dilated
ass from his cockhead.

   "Hold on," Tim pants.  "We're almost there," he assures her, pushing
down on her ankles and thrusting his thick cock into her compact asshole.

   "Owwww!  Fuuuuccck!" Rhonda screams as Tim buries his cock into her
burning ass.  "It hurts!

   Take it out!" Rhonda cries.

   "Give it a minute," Tim pleads.  "It should feel okay in a second." He
holds perfectly still as his stiff cock throbs inside her snug little
asshole.  God!  He's never felt anything so constricting around his cock.
Rhonda's ass is shrinking around his swollen cock like a fiery vice.

   "This will help," Tim says, remembering his research and letting go of
one ankle so he can rub her clit.  Positioning his thumb over her love
button, he rubs light circles as he slowly withdraws his cock.  With his
cock about halfway out of her ass, he pushes his thumb into her pussy and
his palm against her neatly trimmed mound, cradling her clit between his
thumb and his palm.  Rocking his hand against her clit, he slides his cock
all the way back inside her ass.

   Rhonda feels completely helpless, bent in half with her brother-in-law's
cock ripping her ass apart.  What the fuck was she thinking?  She can't
move!  Her ass is burning and she's at his mercy.  Oh fuck!  Her pussy is
on fire now, too!  Tim is rubbing her clit and thumb fucking her pussy. 
She starts rocking against his thumb, but it pushes his cock deeper into
her ass.  Fuck!  It's better if her legs are up higher.  She grabs her
ankles again and raises her ass up to meet Tim's strokes.

   Tim starts a slow, steady rhythm, alternating between his thumb and his
cock.  When his cock is on the downward stroke, he pulls his thumb out and
visa versa.  Before long, Rhonda is rocking up to meet his cock strokes,
pushing her ass into the air as he thrusts down into her.

   "Ohmygod!" Rhonda moans, her orgasm building from the dual attack on her
ass and pussy.  Her ass has expanded sufficiently to ease the pain and
Tim's thumb in her pussy is churning her hot juices.

   Tim breathes a sigh of relief as Rhonda gets into it.  He didn't want to
hurt her, but he sure didn't want to stop!  Now they're really fucking and
Rhonda is rocking up to welcome his cock into her ass.  Fuck!

   This is fucking incredible!  He can't believe he's actually fucking his
sister-in-law's ass!

   Rhonda starts jerking as her orgasm hits and her pussy spasms around his
thumb.  She stops rocking as Tim pulls his thumb from her pussy and slams
into her ass a few more times before erupting in a surge of cum that he
thinks might never end.

   "Fuck!" he breathes, finally pulling his spent cock from Rhonda's ass
and letting her legs drop onto the bed.  He collapses next to her and just
smiles as they catch their breath.

   "You okay?" Tim asks sheepishly, breaking the silence.

   "Yeah," Rhonda smiles.  "It wasn't like I thought it would be," she
smiles, "but I came so fucking hard!  I can see why women like it but it
felt like you were going to tear me apart."

   "I'm sorry," Tim says.

   "It was my idea but I think I'm going to be sore." Rhonda says, kissing
him.  "You've nothing to feel sorry about." She grabs a cigarette and
abruptly changes the subject.  "How are things with Sharon?" she asks.

   "Are you allowed to smoke in here?" Tim asks, raising his head and
looking around for an ashtray as he avoids answering her.

   "No," she says.  "But I'm allowed to ass fuck my brother-in-law," she
smiles as she points out the absurdity of his question.  "Tell me what
happened," she says, sitting on the bed and lightly rubbing his back.  Tim
tells her about Sharon's new nightgown and how last night she came to bed
naked for the first time.

   "I didn't know what I was supposed to do," he tells her.

   "Jesus Christ, Tim!" Rhonda admonishes him.  "Can't you see she's
reaching out to you?  Don't make her grab your dick before you're willing
to respond!"

   "I just wasn't in the mood," he says, turning onto his side.  "I was
thinking about today and being with you..." Rhonda jumps to her feet and
glares down at him.

   "Oh no!" she yells, pointing her finger at him.  "That's not what this
is about!  I am not your girlfriend or your mistress or whatever.  This is
fucking, just fucking!  That's all it is." she tells him.  "You are not
using me as an excuse for what you do or don't do with Sharon!" She stands
there, her firm tits heaving up and down as she clenches and unclenches her
fists.

   "I'm not using you as an excuse for anything," Tim says quietly, "and I
know it's just fucking, okay!" He spits the words back at her.  "I just
wasn't in the mood last night, that's all."

   "Well, you're going to be in the mood tonight," Rhonda says, crushing
her cigarette in a water glass and sitting on the edge of the bed.  Her
anger starts subsiding as quickly as it arose.  "I'll just have to send you
home ready, willing and able," she says, matter-of-factly.  "Come on. 
Let's take a shower.  Your dick is nasty," she laughs, smacking him on the
ass, before heading into the bathroom.

   Tim follows her into the shower, where they spend the next half hour
lathering soap over each other's bodies.  Rhonda spends a lot of time
soaping his genitals, running her fingers along his shaft, and tantalizing
his balls with her fingernails.  After they rinse off, Rhonda kneels on the
tile floor and Tim feels her breath on his hard cock as she lifts it up and
drags her tongue along the underside of it

   "Mmmmm," he closes his eyes as Rhonda's lips touch his cockhead and her
tongue flicks the small slit on its tip.  Slowly feeding him into her
mouth, she sucks her cheeks in and glides his cockhead towards her throat.
Oh fuck!  iShe's deepthroating him!  Tim grabs her hair and starts pumping
his fully recovered cock into her talented mouth.

   "Oh God!  Rhonda!" Tim says as the tension builds in his balls and his
fingers entwine in his sister-in-law's hair.

   "Huh uh!" Rhonda says, after pulling his hands from her head and letting
his hard cock plop from her sultry mouth.  "Save something for Sharon," she
smiles.

   "Come on, Rhonda!" Tim pleads.  "I was just about to cum!" She wraps her
arms around his neck, mashing her tits against his chest as she grinds her
pussy against his cock.

   "I know but Sharon is reaching out, Tim," she says as he cups her ass
cheeks and tries to lift her onto his cock.  "Now you can reach back." She
steps away from him and his hard cock springs out in front of him.

   Tim just looks at her.  She's just standing here, naked in the shower,
with her aroused nipples taunting him and her hairy pussy calling to him.
Goddamn it!  She's right, but that's not what's important right now.

   "Okay," he sighs.  "I'll fuck Sharon, but that's not until later
tonight," he whines.  "Can't we just finish this?  You know, I can get it
up later."

   "Look, Tim," she says, stepping closer and grabbing his hand.  "Feel
that?" she asks, rubbing his fingers through her wet pussy.  "I want this
as much as you do and I believe you'll fuck your wife even if we finish..."

   "But..." Tim says, waiting for her argument.

   "But, you'll fuck her more enthusiastically if we stop now," Rhonda
says, pulling his hand away and stepping out of the shower.  "Want to draw
cards for next week?" she asks.

   "Sure," Tim says, his shoulders slumping as he follows her out of the
shower.

   "Hey, cheer up," Rhonda says.  "You fucked my pussy, my ass and my mouth
today.  It's not like I'm holding out on you," she says, kissing him as she
picks up her panties and starts getting dressed.

   "You're right," he says as they finish getting dressed and draw cards
for next week.  Rhonda draws a standard sixty-nine and Tim draws a doggie
style ass fuck.  Raising his eyebrows he looks at her and she shrugs.

   "Your wife's waiting," she smiles and they kiss politely as if they were
never lovers, and head out the door.

   Sharon has dinner ready when Tim gets home.  She's been in a quandary
all day, worried about Tim's lack of response and the meaning of her dream
about her brother.  She can't blame Tim; she hasn't exactly been the
perfect wife.  How did she expect him to react?  Did she think he'd just
forget the whole first year of their marriage and start fucking her brains
out?

   She went through her classes on autopilot, collecting homework and
handing out assignments.  About midway through her day, she started
worrying that Tim would never respond to her.  What if he's found someone
else?  Would he have an affair?  He seems to have resigned himself to their
unusual sexual relationship.  Was that because he'd found another outlet
for his desires?

   By the time she got home from work, Sharon had dismissed the idea of Tim
having an affair and replaced her worries with something else.  What if Tim
fucked her and there weren't any rockets?

   What if she only reacted that way with her brother?  Her dream had been
so vivid.  She relived riding her brother's cock and the feeling of the
pleasure rockets shooting through her body.

   They ate dinner, made small talk and then watched some TV until time to
go to bed.  Tim thinks about staying up and jacking off in front of his
computer but decides that Rhonda is probably right; Sharon is finally
reaching out to him.  He watches her disappear into the bathroom as he gets
ready for bed.

   Lying in the semi-darkness, naked under the covers, Tim waits for the
bathroom door to open.  He's wondering if his wife will come to bed naked
again and what it will mean to their love making if she does.  Still horny
from his unfulfilled final minutes with Rhonda, his cock stirs as the
doorknob turns.

   Light from the bathroom silhouettes his wife's gorgeous body and his
cock springs to attention at the sight of her.  Completely naked, Sharon
momentarily hesitates in the doorway and Tim views her perfectly sculpted
curves with renewed anticipation.  Forget Rhonda!  She can't hold a candle
to Sharon's stunningly proportioned body.

   Sharon turns off the light and walks nervously towards the bed.  Her
uncertainty diminishes when Tim invitingly pulls back the covers for her.
He's lying on his side and she slips in next to him, jerking back when she
accidentally brushes her thigh against his hardened cock.  She settles onto
her back hoping Tim will make the first move.

   Anxious to explore his wife's body, but aware that this is a big step
for her, Tim gently places his hand on his wife's cheek and turns her face
towards him.  As his lips find hers, he lovingly caresses her cheek.

   Sharon shivers and tiny goose bumps dot her shoulders and breasts as
Tim's fingers glide down her neck.  With his tongue exploring his wife's
mouth, Tim slowly moves his hand down to cup her magnificently exposed
breast.

   "Mmm," a small moan escapes Sharon's lips when Tim's thumb lightly
strokes the inner curve of her right breast.  Her nakedness feels sinful,
but her insides are on fire as her husband's fingers squeeze her breast and
his thumb brushes across her taut nipple.  Returning his passionate kiss,
her legs instinctively part and her thigh again bumps against her husband's
hard-on.

   Tim wants to further explore his wife's mouthwatering tits and suck on
her thick nipples but he's worried about how long her willingness will
last. Reluctantly he releases her tantalizing breast and slides his hand
down across her flat stomach, combing his fingers through her soft pubic
hair.

   Momentarily disappointed that Tim didn't spend more time with her
breasts, Sharon's heart thumps in her chest as his hand slides between her
legs.  Forgoing any artificial lubricant in hopes of a more natural
coupling, she is surprised at the lack of any friction when his fingers
graze her outer labia.

   Damn!  If Sharon is surprised, Tim is downright shocked at how wet his
wife's pussy is.  His fingers glide right through her slick lips and slip
inside her before he even realizes it.

   "Ahhhhhh!" Sharon breaks the kiss and drops her head on her pillow as
tremors of pleasure surge through her body.  She can't believe she's waited
a whole year for this.  If she's sinning, then so be it...her whole body is
trembling with the more pleasure than she expected.

   Tim twists his fingers around in his wife's well-lubricated pussy while
his thumb gently massages her aroused clit.  When she broke the kiss, he
leaned his head down and sucked her closest nipple into his mouth and now
he's finger fucking her and devouring her succulent tit.

   "OhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhHHH!" Sharon's body responds to her husband's
explorations with a spontaneous burst of orgasmic pleasure.  Holding his
head against her sensitive breast, she thrusts her hips up, grinding her
pussy against his hand.

   Feeling his wife's body shudder, Tim doesn't hesitate to take it to the
next level.  Raising his body over hers, he pulls his fingers from her
pussy and lifts his head from her breast.  Pressing his lips to hers and
pushing his tongue into her mouth, he gently slides his rock hard cock into
her anxiously wet opening.

   "Ahhhhhhhhhh!" Sharon moans into Tim's mouth when she feels his hard
cock penetrate her pulsating pussy.  This is what lovemaking should be, she
thinks as her hips rock in rhythm to her husband's rapidly pumping cock.

   Tim can hardly believe this is the same woman he's been sleeping with
for the past year.  Not only is she sexually responsive, she's actually
hungry for his cock.  Her legs are spread wider than he's ever experienced
and she's driving her pussy onto his cock like a woman in heat!  Even
Rhonda isn't this wanton.

   He feels his release building as he rams his cock into his wife's fiery
pussy.  She's completely out of control, digging her fingernails into his
ass cheeks and silently urging him to fuck her harder.  He can't hold out
much longer.  His balls constrict and he slams into her; three long, urgent
strokes, exploding on the third downward stroke with a thunderous expulsion
of built up cum.

   "Oh god!  Oh god!" Sharon is right with him, shaking and shivering
through her first orgasm since her incestuous coupling with her brother
years ago.  Squeezing her husband tightly to her breasts, she rides out
wave after wave of wondrously intense pleasure.  Then his mouth is on hers
and she's trying to catch her breath around the warmth of his moist tongue.

   As her muscles relax, she savors the feeling of him still filling her
insides and pulsating pleasurable shivers through her sensitive vaginal
walls.  Why oh why did she ever have to fuck her brother?

   "I love you," Tim says as Sharon squeezes her pussy around his spent
cock.  Leaning his head up, he kisses her forehead and then each cheek,
noticing tiny teardrops in the corner of her eyes.

   "I'm so sorry..." Sharon whispers.

   "Shh...  it's okay," Tim brushes his lips against hers.  "It's more than
okay...  it's wonderful." His cock is stirring within her hot, velvety
pussy.

   "Oh, it is so wonderful...  that's why I'm sorry I made you wait a whole
year." Her eyes plead forgiveness but all Tim feels is love for his
beautiful, sexy wife.

   "You're worth waiting for," he tells her as he gently rocks his hips,
trying to coax his cock toward a faster recovery.

   "I love you so much!" Sharon sobs, squeezing her husband tightly while
her pussy responds to the subtle movements of his cock.  Ohhh!  He feels so
good.  "I'm going to be a more loving wife, Tim.  You'll see," she vows as
her hips pick up his rhythm and her lips find his.

   Tim can't begin to understand what caused Sharon's sudden change, but
he's not about to question it.  With his cock nearly at full recovery, he
rocks faster, wondering what else his wife's sexual awakening might mean...
oral sex?  anal sex?  If not, he still has Wednesdays with Rhonda.

   True to her word, Sharon becomes the sexually willing wife Tim has
always dreamed about, crawling into bed naked and ready every night of the
week.  Tim is hesitant to change anything in their routine but is
constantly thinking about doing more, including eating his wife's pussy. 
After their fourth night of enthusiastic, missionary position fucking,
Sharon surprises Tim by changing the routine.

   Crawling into bed, she pushes Tim onto his back and kneels beside him.
Pressing her warm lips to his, she spreads her hand across his chest in
light caresses before letting it roam down his body towards his semi-erect
cock.  Tim is fully aroused by the time she wraps her hand around his thick
shaft, gently stroking up and down as their tongues entwine in a passionate
kiss.

   Tim reacts instantly to his wife's touch and begins fondling her tits as
she swings her leg over him.  With her wet pussy positioned over his cock
and her fingers still holding him, she rubs his cockhead across her moist
lips and then feeds him into her slick opening as she lowers herself down.
Fuck!  This is what he's been waiting for, Sharon taking the initiative in
their lovemaking.  Anything is possible now!

   "Mmmmm!" Sharon moans, breaking the kiss as she pushes her husband's
hard cock into her anxious pussy.  When he's fully inside of her, she sits
up and squeezes her vaginal muscles as she squirms around to get into the
exact position she was in the only other time she has sat on a cock.

   With his hard cock sheathed in the buttery heat of his wife's pussy, Tim
has no idea that Sharon is trying to recreate the feelings she had on that
incestuous morning back in college.  He's just excited by her sexual
adventurousness and reaches up to squeeze her luscious tits and pinch her
taut nipples.

   "Oh yeah!" he cries as she starts rocking back and forth, working her
pussy muscles on his hard shaft.  He kneads the soft flesh of her full
breasts as she develops a steady rhythm on his cock.

   Working from memory, with vivid images from her dream thrown in, Sharon
tries desperately to recreate the explosive sensations she felt when she
rode her brother's cock.  Her recent lovemaking with her husband has been
wonderful and she's completely addicted to the orgasmic bliss he brings her
to every night, but it hasn't had the same intensity that she remembers
from her forbidden coupling with her brother.  She wants that same feeling
with her husband.

   Tim is in heaven as his wife rides him like a wild woman, bouncing so
frantically that she almost bounces off of him.  He gives up trying to hold
onto her tits and lets them bounce freely against her chest as her pussy
flies up to the tip of his cock and slams back down.  He's amazed that this
woman assaulting his cock is the same person who told him he was being a
little rough a couple of weeks ago.  He grabs her hips and thrusts up into
her, matching her frenetic rhythm as he tries to hold back his impending
release.  Fuck!  Tomorrow he's going to eat her pussy!  He didn't realize
how ready she was for more intense lovemaking.  Wait until Rhonda hears
about this!

   "Ohhhhhh!" Sharon cries as she viciously hammers her pussy onto her
husband's cock, reaching for that elusive memory of rocket launches that
lives inside her brain from so long ago.  Her pussy is on fire and Tim's
cock feels fantastic, but it isn't igniting her passion like she thought it
would...  like she needs it to...  like it was...

   With her eyes closed, she can see her brother's face contorted in
pleasure as the rockets started to launch.  Stop it!  Stop it!  She
admonishes herself.  Opening her eyes, she stares at her husband's face as
she feels her orgasm build.

   "Oh!  Sharon!" Tim screams as she drives them both to intense orgasms,
clamping her vaginal muscles around his cock as it spasms inside of her. 
Tim's release is powerful and he thrusts his cock deep inside of her as he
shoots into his wife's reawakened pussy.

   Sharon collapses on her husband's chest, depleted, exhausted and... 
disappointed.  She thought it was the position.  She can't...  won't think
about the alternative.  She loves Tim.  There was nothing wrong with her
orgasm.  She feels very...  warm and satisfied.  Maybe there never were any
rockets...  maybe that was her imagination...  maybe because it was her
first time...  it has nothing to do with it being her brother.  Then why
was she picturing his face?  Tears trickle from her eyes as Tim's hands
spread across her naked ass.  She holds back the tears and presses her lips
to his.

   As much as she tries to fight it, Sharon is distracted the entire next
day by thoughts of rocket launching orgasms.  She is obsessing about
achieving them with her husband.  Since it's not the position, what is it?
She teaches her class on autopilot, barely acknowledging her students'

   questions as she tries to sort it out in her mind.  She won't let
herself speculate that only her brother who can give her this feeling. 
That's an unacceptable conclusion that she won't even entertain.  She
dismisses this notion over and over.

   Tim is almost as inattentive to his class as Sharon is to hers but for
different reasons.  His mind is still reeling from the shocking turn of
events last night.  His nearly frigid wife riding his cock like a bronco
tamer, her firm tits bouncing all over her chest is all he can think about.
He sits behind his desk most of the day to hide his raging hard-on.  He
can't wait to take it to the next level tonight.  He can almost taste her.

   Sharon and Tim are both nervously anxious as they eat dinner and discuss
their respective classes.  Neither one can wait to get to bed but they go
through the motions of a normal evening, watching TV and commenting on
their favorite shows.  By the time they reach a respectable hour to turn
in, Tim is hard as a rock and Sharon's pussy is dripping with desire.

   This time it's Tim's turn to surprise Sharon as he pushes her onto her
back and kisses his way across her chest.  Sharon, already aroused from a
full day of imagining rocket-launching orgasms, holds her husband's head
against her chest as he sucks and nibbles on her hardened nipples.

   Emboldened by his wife's reaction, Tim slowly kisses his way down her
body, licking her smooth skin as he heads for the elusive treasure.

   Sharon suppresses a gasp as she realizes what her husband is about to
do. Oh no!  That's so indecent.  Only whores would let someone do that.  No
decent woman lets her husbanddo this.  She squirms uncomfortably as Tim
kneels between her legs.  Only a slut would....  Ohmygod!

   Tim spreads his wife's legs, looking directly into her pussy for the
first time.  Fuck!  Her lips are so wet, glistening from her juices and
broadcasting her arousal.  Glancing up, he sees her taut nipples pointing
straight at the ceiling and a noticeable look of panic on her face.  Uh oh!
He better move fast.  As she squirms around and starts to close her legs,
Tim pushes his tongue against her wet pussy lips and takes one long stroke
from the bottom of her slit to her clit.

   "Ohhhhhh!" Sharon moans as he repeats the long lick and she
unconsciously spreads her thighs to give him more room.  She's never felt
anything like this.  How could something like this be wrong?  She feels his
tongue penetrate her pussy and she grabs the back of his head, arching her
back as she pulls him tighter against her inflamed opening.

   Tim responds by taking a deep breath and attacking his wife's pussy more
vigorously than before.  Her frothy syrup is so delicious, he laps up the
sweet nectar while she bucks her hips off the bed and crushes his face into
her pubic hair.  Her scent is intoxicating as he breathes through his nose
and tongue fucks her aching pussy.

   "Ohmygod!" Sharon cries when Tim moves to her clit, flicking his tongue
across it before he sucks it into his mouth.  The unexpected sensations
drive her completely wild.

   "Oh!  Ohh!  Ohhh!  Ohhhhh!" Sharon screams as her orgasm builds and Tim
pushes two fingers into her soggy pussy.  She is humping against his face
like a mad woman, her fingers entangled in his hair so he can't pull away.
He sucks on her clit while continuing to pump his fingers in and out of her
hot pussy.

   "Oh!  Tim!  Oh!  Don't stop!" Sharon clenches her pussy around his
fingers, jerking wildly as her whole body shakes.  Her head and shoulders
come off the bed as her orgasm erupts and she gushes hot cream all over his
hand.  He slowly extracts his fingers and slides his mouth down to hungrily
lap up her delectable juices.

   Sharon falls back on the bed, releasing her grip on her husband's head
as he licks all around, cleaning up her quivering pussy with his tongue. 
Oh God!  It wasn't skyrockets but it was incredibly close.  She doesn't
know what just happened but it feels divine.  Okay, bad choice of words,
maybe heavenly.  No!  Isn't that how Paul described their lovemaking.  Why
is she thinking about Paul at a time like this?

   Before she can think about it any further, Tim has licked his way up her
body and is pressing his hard manhood into her very welcoming pussy.

   "Ohhhhhhh!" Sharon spreads her legs and wraps her arms tightly around
her husband's back as he plunges into her in one swift stroke.  Yes!  This
may be it!

   Tim is ecstatic!  His wife loved having her pussy eaten and now she's
rocking under him like a house afire!  He rapidly pumps his throbbing cock
into her as she turns her lips towards his.

   Without thinking Sharon drives her tongue deep into Tim's mouth as she
bucks her hips up to meet his powerful strokes.  Her pussy is on fire and
she claws his back as she tries to quench the incredible desire that has
built up inside of her.

   What the...!  It takes nanoseconds for her brain to process that the
tangy taste on his tongue is her own orgasmic juices.  Oh God!  No!  This
is so wrong!  She tries to pull her head back but there is no room and Tim
is returning her kiss by vigorously pushing his tongue into her mouth,
pinning her head against her pillow.  It never occurs to him that she
tastes her own pussy juice as he jackhammers his cock into her at breakneck
speed.

   Conflicting emotions are tearing through Sharon's brain.  Her pussy
can't get enough of his hard cock while her mouth is repulsed from the
taste of her own love juice.  Oh God!  She is a whore!

   She has become what her brother warned her about...  and she can't even
stop!  She grabs Tim's ass, urging him to continue his pounding rhythm,
rocking him on top of her as another orgasm builds from deep within her
cavern.

   She never knew an orgasm could build for so long.  Her rocket-launching
orgasm with her brother exploded without any warning.  This is totally
different.  This is mind numbing, life altering, unadulterated lust! 
Suddenly Tim's mouth even tastes lustfully delicious.  She grabs the back
of his head and plunges her tongue deep inside his mouth, sweeping it
around and devouring the tangy aphrodisiac.

   When Tim finally realizes what his wife is doing with her tongue, the
erotic imagery sends pulsating sensations to his cock and he has trouble
holding back his release.  He slams into her, grinding his pelvic bone
against her clit and driving her to the summit.

   "Ohhhhh!  Ohhhhhaaaaaaagggghhhh" Sharon screams as her orgasm rips
through her body, momentarily blinding her as she nearly passes out.  Her
chest is heaving and her pussy is quivering as Tim explodes inside of her
and they collapse in a heap on the bed.  Tim relaxes on top of his wife's
body and enjoys the pulsating sensations around his spent cock.  They fall
asleep wrapped in each other's arms.

   The next night is almost an exact replay, with Tim eating his wife
through a lengthy orgasm before pounding his solid cock into her anxious
pussy.  Sharon reacts even more enthusiastically to his oral machinations,
entangling her fingers in his hair and arching her back as she rocks her
pussy against his mouth.  When he slides his hard cock into her sopping wet
hole, she doesn't hesitate to plunge her tongue into his pussy-flavored
mouth.  Their bodies rock together in an explosive, lust-filled frenzy that
weakens them both and they again succumb to peaceful, exhaustive sleep.

   For the past few weeks, Tuesdays have been a high anticipation day for
Tim as he looked forward to his Wednesday afternoons with Rhonda.  But this
week his mind is fully occupied with thoughts of his wife.  Even Keisha's
generous cleavage, displaying the swell of her mocha colored orbs as she
leans across his desk to ask a question, can't distract him from reflecting
on the taste of his wife's succulent pussy.  He glances down Keisha's
blouse but his cock doesn't respond to the partial view of her dark areolas
like it has in the past.  He's too focused on what he's going to do tonight
at home.

   Sharon sighs as she inserts the Tampon into her bleeding hole and pushes
the string to the side.  Pulling her cotton panties up, she takes her
nightgown from the hook on the back of the bathroom door.  Turning
sideways, she looks at herself in the mirror and smiles at the sight of her
jutting nipples.  She's never thought of herself as sexy before, but this
past week Tim has made her feel like the sexiest woman on earth.

   Taking a deep breath, she watches her breasts swell and feels the pull
of her skin on her taut nipples.  Letting her breath out slowly, she tries
to hide her disappointment that they won't be able to continue their love
fest for a few days.  She's surprised by how much she loves the feel of her
husband's mouth on her nipples, not to mention what his tongue has done to
her everywhere else.  She reconsiders the nightgown, hanging it back on its
hook.  She'll still be able to enjoy the feeling of his skin against her
aroused nipples.

   Tim's cock is rock hard as he awaits his wife's exit from the bathroom.
He still doesn't understand what caused the dramatic change in her but he's
not one to overanalyze his good fortune.  When the bathroom door opens and
Sharon steps into the bedroom, Tim whips the covers back invitingly.  It
doesn't initially register that his wife isn't completely naked.

   When Sharon sees her husband's rock solid manhood extending like a
flagpole under the raised sheet, she smiles shyly and imperceptibly shakes
her head.  Oh no...  poor thing...  why does she have to have her period
now?

   "It's that time of the month," she says quietly when her husband notices
her panties and gives her a quizzical look.

   "Oh...  uh...  oh...  okay," Tim responds as Sharon slides into bed next
to him.  Never in their year of marriage has her menstrual cycle interfered
with their monthly lovemaking.  It never occurred to Tim that it might
become an issue now that they were making love every night.  Clearly
disappointed but not wanting to show it, Tim slips his arm around his
wife's shoulder and pulls her to him for a kiss.

   Sharon sees the disappointment on Tim's face and when his lips meet hers
she extends her arm down his body until her fingers gently encircle his
rigid shaft.  The unexpected maneuver sends a blast of pleasure through
Tim's body and he pushes his tongue deep into his wife's mouth.  Lightly
stroking up and down with her hand, Sharon breaks the kiss and slides her
body down lower on the bed, trailing kisses down across his stomach.

   Tim can't believe his wife is moving her head down towards his cock!  He
pushes himself up on his elbows and watches her move into positions between
his legs.  As she stares wide eyed at his throbbing hard-on, Tim mentally
urges her forward.  Come on...  you can do this.

   Sharon continues her slow motion strokes on her husband's cock while she
wonders what the hell she was thinking.  Her face is inches from the smooth
round head and bulging veins of her husband's thick shaft.  She's never
seen it close up before.  She blinks her eyes, but it's still there.

   Oh God, she can't do this!  She can't put his penis in her mouth. 
That's filthy...  that's slutty...that's not what good wives do!  No, but
do good wives let their husbands induce fabulous orgasms with their
tongues. What about what Tim's been doing the last couple of days... 
didn't that feel wonderful?

   Sharon's hesitation is surprisingly having a stimulating effect on Tim's
cock.  As he watches her struggle with what to do, his cock is throbbing
ever harder in her warm hand.  He knows she's never done this before, never
had her mouth this close to a hard cock and it's almost as if one of his
student's is performing her first blowjob.  No, scratch that...  his
students are probably all more experienced than his wife.

   How bad can it taste, Sharon wonders?  Closing her eyes, she slowly
extends her tongue and swipes it across the smooth head of her husband's
penis.  Hardly any taste at all.  She licks her lips and does it again.

   "Ohhh yeah!" Tim moans as his wife's tongue makes contact with his
aching cockhead.  Encouraged by his reaction, Sharon slides her hand down
and licks a circle around his cock just under the domed head.

   "Oh!" Tim gasps when Sharon's tongue hits the sweet spot on the
underside of his cock.  She jerks her head back.

   "Did I do something wrong?" she asks, startled by his reaction.

   "No!  Just the opposite," he cries, "you're doing everything just
right!"

   Sharon smiles weakly and returns her attention to his thick shaft. 
Pulling it straight down towards her mouth, she swirls her tongue around it
and starts licking it like an ice cream cone.

   Tim is in heaven as his wife licks up and down his throbbing cock.  He
stifles a moan as her tongue sends electric pulses through his sensitive
skin.  Pressing his heels into the bed and arching his back, he pushes his
cockhead towards Sharon's moist lips.  Come on, he silently pleads, suck
it.

   Sharon pulls her mouth away and takes a deep breath before continuing to
lick the sides of her husband's penis.  She knows what he wants her to do
and she's really trying to find the courage to do it.  Licking him isn't as
disgusting as she thought it would be.  In fact, she's actually enjoying it
and becoming quite aroused in the process.  But the idea of him ejaculating
into her mouth has her scared to death.  What if she gags?  What if she
throws up?  What kind of wife would she be then?

   Sharon's licking is having it's affect on Tim's cock and he's bucking
his hips off the bed hoping she'll take it in her mouth before he cums. 
Resisting the urge to grab the back of her head, he grips the sheet and
continues to push his cock towards her mouth.  Forgetting his surprise that
she's down there at all, he just wants her to suck his dick!

   Sharon experiments a little by sucking on the side of his stiff penis
and Tim emits a guttural moan as the tension builds in his balls.  Finally
ready to take the plunge, Sharon squeezes her eyes closed and opens her
lips into a wide, round circle.  Tim holds his breath and watches her
slowly guide the head of his cock into mouth.

   "Ohmygod!" Tim cries as Sharon closes her lips around his cockhead.  He
tries desperately to push more of his cock into his wife's mouth but her
hand has a death grip around it.  Her lips are soft and her wet tongue is
moving all over his cockhead as Sharon tries to figure out what to do with
it.

   Sharon feels so slutty with her husband's penis in her mouth but it's
turning her on like crazy.  She never expected how sensually erotic it
would feel.  Moving her tongue around she makes room for more of it and
slides her lips down a little farther.  Her mouth is stretched open and she
tries to remember if her brother's penis is this wide.  Ohmygod!  Where did
that come from?  This is a hell of time to be thinking about Paul or his
penis!  Before she has a chance to consider the implications, Tim's cock
erupts inside her mouth.

   "Aarrrrgggghhh!" Tim groans as his orgasm hits and he shoots a powerful
load of cum into his wife's warm mouth.  He can't believe it!  Even as
hesitant and reluctant as she was, Sharon actually sucked him off!  His
body jerks convulsively as he releases his built up load.

   Surprised by the blast of hot liquid, Sharon jerks her head back and
covers her mouth with her hand.  Gagging on Tim's sperm, she jumps from the
bed, spitting the gooey substance into her palm as she runs to the
bathroom.

   "Shit!" Tim sighs, quickly grabbing his cock and massaging the last few
spurts of cum out as his wife disappears into the bathroom.  He figures
that's the last blowjob he'll ever see from her.  Damn!

   Sharon washes Tim's sperm from her hand and rinses her mouth but it's
not enough.  She grabs her toothbrush and squeezes a huge dollop of
toothpaste on it.  While scrubbing her mouth, Sharon looks at herself in
the mirror.  "Well what did you think was going to happen?" she silently
asks herself.  Smiling at the absurdity of her question, she watches her
breasts swing from side to side as she scrubs her teeth.  Her nipples are
still hard and she's still very aroused.  She rinses her mouth and takes a
deep breath before returning to the bedroom.

   Tim watches his wife scurry across the room and slide into bed next to
him.  He wonders what he should say but his wife speaks first.

   "I'm so sorry," Sharon says as she cuddles up next to him and kisses him
on the mouth.

   "What?" Tim asks, breaking the kiss.  "You have nothing to be sorry for.
That felt so good."

   "Until the end," Sharon sheepishly adds.  "I promise I'll do better next
time." Next time?  Did she just say next time?  Tim's grin is as wide as
his face.

   "I love you!" Tim declares as he kisses his wife's face.

   "I wanted to make you feel as good as you've been making me feel."
Sharon stares into his eyes.

   "You did!" Tim retorts.  "God, if you only knew how nice that was."

   "I don't want it to be nice," she protests.  "The way you've made me
feel these past few nights has been so far beyond nice.  You'll see..." Her
voice drifts off as she wraps her arms around her husband and presses her
taut nipples into his warm skin.  Tim squeezes her tightly and smiles. 
Damn!

   Wednesday afternoon while Tim is racing across town to meet Rhonda,
Sharon is doing something she never imagined she would do; she's searching
porn sites on her computer.  Using google, she types in 'blowjob
instruction' and is surprised at how many hits she gets.  Clicking through
blogs, descriptions and videos, she's nearly overwhelmed by the amount of
material.

   Embarrassed, and admittedly a little aroused, Sharon checks the clock.
Today is Tim's tutoring day so she has time to explore some of these
websites.  Unsure about whether this is the right thing to do, she reads a
few instructional, text only pages, before venturing over to the videos. 
After seeing most of the key points repeated several times, she takes a
deep breath and clicks on a video site that advertises 'mind blowing
blowjob techniques'.

   "Oh my!" Sharon gasps when a page displays women of all ages and
ethnicities performing fellatio on men with just as varied penis shapes and
sizes.  Her breathing escalates as she watches multiple videos of naked
women licking, stroking, sucking and making even the largest penis
disappear into their mouths.

   "I'll never be able to do that!" she cries at the screen when a young
woman, trying to look like a teenager, takes a penis deep into her throat.
Before she knows it, Sharon is squirming in her chair and her nipples are
pushing against the fabric of her bra.

   "This is ridiculous!" she tells herself, when she realizes how sexually
aroused she is becoming.  For someone who gets embarrassed at 'R' rated
movies, this is like the proverbial train wreck that you can't look away
from.  None of the videos stop with the blowjobs either.  She watches men
and women engage in a variety of positions for both intercourse and oral
sex.  Sharon folds her arms across her swollen nipples and squeezes her
legs together as she tries to put this into perspective.

   "Okay.  I can see why this is such a lucrative industry," Sharon says
aloud as she presses the palms of her hands against her breasts and tries
to calm her breathing.  She's never seen anything like this.  "I just need
to approach this like any other research project," she announces to the
empty room.  Reluctantly removing her hands from her aroused breasts, she
opens a blank page in word and makes notes of the key points she's seen and
read.  There seem to be five key factors in a successful blowjob:

   Stimulate with your hand and your mouth

   Keep the penis lubricated with plenty of saliva

   Use your other hand to stimulate the testicles

   Learn to judge when he's going to ejaculate

   Enthusiasm supersedes technique

   Sharon smiles when she rereads her notes.  It's just like learning any
new skill, she tells herself.  One of the websites said that 'sperm is an
acquired taste' and encourages women to swallow it once and they'll see
there's nothing to it.  Must have been written by a guy, she muses, but
then realizes that she doesn't really remember the taste.  It was the idea
of swallowing it rather than the taste that made her gag.  Well, if other
women can do it...

   Another website suggested practicing with a dildo, banana, cucumber or
popsicle.  She certainly doesn't have a dildo...  no bananas or
cucumbers... she opens her freezer; yes!  popsicles.  Sharon checks the
clock again; she still has a couple of hours before Tim gets home.  After
deleting her browser history and shutting down the computer, Sharon strips
off her clothes and draws a bath before grabbing a popsicle from the
freezer.

   "You won't believe what's been happening this past week," Tim says,
bursting into the hotel room as soon as Rhonda opens the door.  "We've been
fucking every single night!" Rhonda closes the door.  She's never seen Tim
this animated.  His words fly out of his mouth as he waves his arms around.
"She even let me eat her pussy!" Rhonda folds her arms over her naked
breasts and stares at Tim with disbelief.  "Last night Sharon gave me a
fucking blow job!  She started her period and..." Rhonda grabs Tim's arm,
turns him to face her and clamps her hand over his mouth.

   "Stop!" Rhonda says, cutting him off mid-sentence.  Tim freezes like a
statue and Rhonda drops her hand from his mouth.  "You've got a lot to
learn about affair etiquette," she admonishes him with a gentle push
against his chest.  "You don't come busting into your lover's room, ignore
her naked, horny body and start talking about sex with your wife."

   "You're right, you're right.  I'm sorry." Tim sighs, looking at her as
if he's seeing her nakedness for the first time.  He reaches out for her
but Rhonda steps back shaking her head.

   "Maybe after I've been well fucked and satisfied, I'll want to hear
about you and Sharon's love life." She turns away from him and opens the
door.  "Now try it again."

   "What?" Tim says as his cock reacts to Rhonda's luscious body.

   "I said go out and try it again!" Rhonda grabs his shirtsleeve and pulls
him to the open door.  Pushing him into the hallway, she adds, "Now, see if
you can get it right." She closes the door.

   Tim smiles as he knocks on the door for the second time.  She's right. I
should have been focused on her, not Sharon.  Rhonda opens the door as if
the last few minutes never happened.

   "You look delicious," Tim says, before he takes a step inside the
apartment.

   "I'm glad you think so," Rhonda purrs, "because I can't wait for you to
taste me." Tim steps into the apartment, pulls Rhonda's naked body against
his, and kisses her passionately.  Sliding his hands down her back, he cups
her firm ass cheeks and grinds his hard cock against her pubic mound as
their tongues entwine.

   "Better?" he asks, kicking off his shoes and unbuttoning his shirt.

   "We'll see," she smiles as she makes herself comfortable on the bed. 
Rhonda puts her hands behind her head and slowly spreads her legs wide open
for him.  Tim quickly sheds the rest of his clothes without taking his eyes
from Rhonda's splayed open pussy.  She wasn't kidding about being horny. 
Her pussy is glistening with moisture and he hasn't even touched her.

   "If I remember correctly, we have a sixty-nine and a doggy style anal
card for this week." Tim smiles as he crawls up between Rhonda's
outstretched legs.

   "Well at least you remembered that," she teases him.

   "I really am sorry about before," Tim says running his hand lightly
across her neatly trimmed bush as he lowers his mouth to her moist lips.

   "Ahhhhhhhh!" Rhonda sighs as Tim sucks her labia into his mouth and rubs
the tip of his tongue against it.  With his hand resting on her pubic
triangle, he slides his thumb down to the top of her slit and finds her
swollen love button.

   "Ohhhhhhyeeaaaahhhh!" Rhonda arches her back and pushes her pussy
against him.  Tim presses his hand down to hold her still while he gently
massages her clit with his thumb and pushes his tongue inside her hungry
pussy.

   "Oh!  Fuck!!" Rhonda is bucking her ass off the bed and squeezing her
own nipples as her orgasm builds.  Tim slides his mouth up to her clit
while slipping two fingers into her drenched pussy, rapidly finger fucking
her to an explosive release.

   "OooohhhhhhhhhhaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhHHHH!" Rhonda screams as her orgasm rips
through her body.  She releases her tits as her pussy floods with love
juice.  Tim pulls out his fingers and hungrily devours her sweet flowing
nectar while she pants for breath.

   "Oh God!" Rhonda breathes.  "I felt that all the way to my toes."

   "You mean these toes?" Tim asks as he lightly runs his fingers up the
bottom of her left foot and tickles her toes.  Rhonda reacts instantly,
giggling and squirming away from him.

   "You didn't have to break the mood," she says, with a playful pout while
pushing against his shoulder with her foot.  Tim lightly swats her foot
away and drops down next to her.

   "We'll get it back," Tim says, gently squeezing her breast and sucking
her nipple into his mouth.  As he nibbles on Rhonda's fleshy tit, Tim
realizes that it's just this kind of playfulness that is missing with
Sharon.  He hopes they'll get there as their love making progresses.

   "Wasn't the first card a sixty-nine?" Rhonda asks.

   "Yeah, but I wanted to get you warmed up first," Tim smiles, releasing
her tit and pecking her lightly on the lips.  "Do you want to be on top?"

   "I think that works best," Rhonda agrees.  "I don't relish the idea of
my head being trapped against the bed if you get carried away," she smiles.

   "I didn't think of that," Tim smiles, "maybe I should be on top." Rhonda
pushes him onto his back and flips around so she's facing his feet.

   "Let me know if I'm smothering you," Rhonda teases as she positions her
pussy over Tim's face.

   "Or drowning me," he laughs as he pulls Rhonda's dripping pussy down to
his mouth.  Snaking his tongue into the center of her succulent pussy, Tim
feels Rhonda's hand close around his hard cock.  "Don't make me cum," Tim
warns her.  "I need to be at full hardness to slide into your ass."

   "Oh, Tim," Rhonda mocks, "you just think of everything." She sucks his
cockhead into her mouth as Tim licks and sucks her insatiable pussy.  After
a few mouth filling sucks, Rhonda relaxes her throat and slides her lips to
the base of Tim's hard cock.

   "Oh yeah!" Tim moans, his words muffled inside Rhonda's syrupy pussy. 
Tim isn't even conscious of the competitive spark he ignited when he told
Rhonda that Sharon had given him a blowjob.  Rhonda's confident that she
can out perform whatever her sister-in-law dishes up and she's determined
to keep Tim interested regardless of the sex he's getting at home.

   Tim is trying to focus on eating Rhonda's pussy but the way she keeps
deep throating his cock is distracting the hell out of him.  When he feels
his cockhead enter her tight throat he can't even think straight.

   "Oh God, that's enough," Tim pleads.  "If you keep that up, I'm going to
cum." He playfully bites her ass cheek and rolls her off of him.  "Time for
our doggy style anal card," he says.  Rhonda excitedly complies, pushing
herself up on all fours and wiggling her ass at him.  Tim kneels behind her
and plunges his throbbing cock into her soggy pussy.

   "I assume you want me to use your natural lubricant again, right?" Tim
asks as he pumps his hard rod in and out of Rhonda's pussy.

   "Mmmmm, feels good," Rhonda breathes just before Tim pulls his cock all
the way out and aligns it with her crinkled opening.  She takes a deep
breath and tries to relax as Tim gently nudges his cock into her ass. 
Rhonda smiles knowingly, trying to imagine Sharon ever permitting her
husband to fuck her in the ass.  Lowering her head to the mattress, she
reaches between her legs to rub her wet pussy while bracing herself against
Tim's intrusively thick cock.

   Rhonda's ass is so fucking tight it feels like a second skin stretching
around his swollen cock.  Tim struggles, inch-by-inch to make his steel rod
disappear inside his sister-in-law's ass.  When he finally has it buried
completely, all the way to his balls, he runs his hands over Rhonda's hips
and caresses her firm ass cheeks while gently rocking against her.

   "It's better this time," Rhonda murmurs into the sheets while her hand
rapidly strokes her pussy.  Tim takes this as a cue to gradually start
pumping his cock in and out of her snug rear hole.  Rhonda presses her
middle finger to her clit and applies rhythmic pressure synchronized with
Tim's cock sliding in and out of her ass.

   Rhonda's pussy is on fire and Tim's hard cock feels wonderful filling up
her sensitive ass.  Smiling to herself, Rhonda never thought she'd be using
this corporate apartment for sex, let along getting ass fucked by her
brother-in-law.  She's happy that things are improving for Tim and Sharon
but she's also glad that she can offer Tim something that he'll never get
at home.  Even if she is giving him blowjobs she can't imagine her uptight
sister-in-law ever letting him fuck her ass.

   "Ohhhh yeah!" Rhonda moans as Tim picks up the pace, his balls slapping
out the rhythm while his hands tightly grip her hips.  All thoughts of
Sharon disappear from her brain as her fingers fly over her pussy and Tim
pounds her to a magnificent orgasm.

   It isn't until later while lathering each other in the shower that
Rhonda asks Tim about Sharon.  He explains how invigorating their sex life
has become; eating her pussy and making love every night but when he gets
to the part about Sharon's period and the blowjob, Rhonda cuts him off.

   "Whoa, too much information, cowboy," she laughs while lathering his
hard cock.  "Seriously, I'm very glad it's working out for you two," Rhonda
says, looking directly in his eyes.

   "I owe it all to you," Tim answers, his hands soaping her luscious tits
and tweaking her taut nipples.  "I just wish there was something I could do
to help you with Paul.  We men just don't generally have those kinds of
conversations.  Maybe I'll think of something before we go to the beach. 
That's only two weeks away." Rhonda breaks eye contact and looks down at
his enticing hard-on before continuing the conversation.

   "I guess you won't be needing your Wednesday afternoons anymore," Rhonda
says quietly, while cupping his balls and stroking his hard cock.

   "Wait a minute!" Tim admonishes her as he tips her chin up face him.  "I
have no intention of giving this up, Rhonda.  What we have...  what we have
together...  I can't imagine ever having with Sharon.  You know what it
is?" Rhonda shakes her head, anxious to hear what he thinks they have
together.  Tim searches his mind for the right words to describe sex with
his sister-in-law.

   "An uninhibited playfulness," he announces, "yeah, that's it.  An
uninhibited playfulness that is beyond anything I have ever imagined or
could ever dream of having with Sharon.  Hell, Rhonda, I couldn't stop this
if I wanted to."

   Their smiles compete for worlds most lustful grin as they attack each
other's bodies.  Tim squeezes Rhonda's ass cheek with one hand and strokes
her pussy with the other.  Rhonda jacks him off while teasing his balls and
biting his nipples.  Eventually she turns around and braces herself against
the tile wall and Tim plunges into her smoldering pussy from behind.  They
engage in the most animalistic fuck they've ever experienced, driving each
other to new heights of orgasmic pleasure.

   "Do you mind if we don't draw cards for next week?" Rhonda asks while
they're getting dressed.

   "Whatever you want to do," Tim says, raising an eyebrow as he buttons
his shirt.

   "I love the cards, but if you don't mind, I'd like a little spontaneity
once in a while," Rhonda says, winking as she helps him with his buttons.

   "Spontaneity with a little uninhibited playfulness?" Tim asks as he
lowers his lips to hers.

   "Absolutely," Rhonda answers just before their lips meet.

   Sharon is oblivious to the tepid temperature of her bathwater.  The
empty Popsicle stick is on the floor next to the tub, her eyes are closed
and her body is completely relaxed.  After settling into her hot bath, she
immediately started practicing with the Popsicle, sliding it in and out of
her mouth and trying to curb her gag reflex.  It was too cold for her to
think of it as a real penis, but the size and shape was perfect for what
she wanted.

   Although she never quite got it down her throat she was bursting with
pride when she worked most of it into her mouth without gagging.  The
Popsicle melted quickly as she worked her tongue all the way around it,
slurping her surrogate penis like she'd seen in the videos.  With her other
hand casually combing her fingers through her pubic hair, she sucked the
Popsicle like she thought it would cum.

   Without consciously realizing it, her fingers had moved down to the top
of her slit, lightly stroking her sensitive clit hood.  Having never
masturbated before Sharon was shocked at the pleasurable tremor her fingers
sent through her body.  Still pistoning the Popsicle into her mouth, she
spread her legs and rubbed her burgeoning clit more rapidly.  Having
abandoned her deepseated inhibitions against oral sex she guesses
masturbation is a small sin in comparison.

   When the Popsicle is completely sucked off the stick, she lets it slip
through her fingers over the edge of the tub and uses her free hand to
massage her breasts and tease her increasingly responsive nipples.

   "Oh God!" Sharon moans, bracing her feet against the tile over the end
of the tub as she slides further into the water, vigorously attacking her
clit and yanking on her aroused nipples.  "Damn!"

   she cries as her orgasm builds beyond her wildest expectations.  Who
knew you could do this to yourself?

   "AaaaaaggggghhhhhHHHH!" Her orgasm rips through her body, splashing
water out of the tub as she shakes and trembles through her intense
release. Gripping the sides of the tub with both hands, she scoots herself
up and leans her head against the cool porcelain edge of the tub. 
Completely relaxed, her mind is consumed with her desire to demonstrate her
newly acquired blowjob techniques on Tim.

   As she's imagining her lips stretched around her husband's thick shaft,
her unbridled thoughts unexpectedly wander to Paul's penis and what it
would have felt like in her mouth.

   "NO!" Sharon sits up.  "What is wrong with me?" she asks the empty
bathroom, completely confused about why she can't keep her brother's penis
out of her thoughts.  Abruptly aware of how cool the water has become,
Sharon climbs from the tub and towels off.

   Neither Tim nor Sharon mention their desire for an early bedtime but by
some unspoken mutual consent they are both in bed before nine.  Tim is
completely naked and Sharon has on a pair of light blue panties covering
her Tampon filled pussy.

   "I've been thinking about you all day," Sharon whispers, briefly pecking
his lips before kissing a trail from his chin to his chest and sucking his
nipples into her mouth.  First the left one and then the right one, she
nibbles on them until they harden into taut little bumps on his chest. 
Even after the workout he got from Rhonda, Tim's cock is responding quickly
to his wife's machinations.

   He smiles excitedly as she continues kissing down his stomach and plants
a big kiss on the end of his erect cock.  Holding it between her thumb and
her index finger so that it is sticking straight up, her tongue bypasses it
completely and starts licking his balls.  Lightly stroking his hard cock
with her thumb and finger, she licks under and around his balls, gently
sucking each one into her mouth.

   "Oh yeah!" Tim moans when Sharon finally takes one long lick, gliding
her tongue from his balls to the tip of his hard cock.  Slipping just the
tip in her mouth, she runs her tongue over the end of it like she did with
the Popsicle.

   "Do you like that?" she asks nervously, lifting her lips from his cock.
"Would you like some more?" Sharon is trying to mimic the playful teasing
that was evident in every video she explored.

   "God yes!  Sharon, this is...  you are...!" he pants as she keeps
licking long strokes up the under side of his cock and nibbling on the
swollen head.  Stroking her hand up and down the length of his rod, she
begins caressing his balls as she closes her mouth over the end of his
saliva-coated cock and gently sucks on his cockhead.

   As Tim is wondering how his wife transformed into a blowjob fantasy come
true, her tongue flicks the underside of his cock sending intense pleasure
signals that all but eliminate any rational thought.  Sharon is pleased
with her success but nervous about the taste.  This is the part she didn't
practice...  what if she gags again?

   "Ohhhhh!  Yeah!  Mmmmmm!" Tim moans as she continues stroking and
sucking his cock and playing with his balls.  Sharon creates a steady
rhythm with her mouth while her tongue is in constant motion along the
underside of his cock.  By the time she starts rolling his balls back and
forth with her hand, Tim is jerking his ass off the bed trying to drive his
cock deeper into her warm mouth.  Okay...  I can do this, Sharon mentally
urges herself on as she speeds up the stroking of her husband's throbbing
cock.

   Thankfully, Sharon recognizes the signs and knows Tim is getting close.
She squeezes her eyes shut and valiantly stays right with him, stroking and
sucking and playing with his balls.  She imagines the popsicle about to
melt and begins a rhythm of swallowing, sucking, swallowing just seconds
before Tim erupts inside her mouth.  OhmyGod!  There is so much of it. 
It's going down my throat.  I'm swallowing it!

   "AaaahhhhhhhhHHHH!" Tim groans as his cum spews forth in staccato like
bursts filling his wife's mouth as she struggles to swallow fast enough. 
Sharon keeps stroking, sucking and swallowing but some of it still runs out
of her mouth and down his hard cock.

   When he's fully spent, Tim falls back on the bed, panting. 
Un-fucking-believable!  He wasn't sure what Sharon would do when he came,
if she'd run from the room like she did last night.  But there she is,
still swallowing, taking every drop.  When he stops spasming, she lets his
cock slowly plop from her mouth and onto his stomach.

   Sucking in a huge breath and smiling from ear to ear, Sharon glides her
tongue down Tim's sensitive shaft, cleaning up the cum that overflowed out
of her mouth.  My god!  I can't believe I just did that.  It's just like
the videos...  except it was better than the videos!

   "I'm learning," Sharon whispers demurely, releasing his spent cock and
snuggling against her husband's warm body.

   "You are unbelieveable!" Tim whispers, kissing the top of her head.  I
can do better, Sharon thinks as she drifts off to sleep.

   A blowjob becomes their new nightly ritual.  As soon as she comes to
bed, Sharon aggressively attacks Tim's cock, and true to her prediction,
she improves her skill with each undertaking.  Tim finds himself lasting
longer and cumming harder with each night's blowjob.  Sharon continues to
seek instruction from the Internet, trying new techniques to pleasure her
husband's cock.

   Once her period subsides, Sharon doesn't abandon the nightly blowjob. 
She just continues sucking Tim after he cums until he's hard enough for her
to mount him with her feverish pussy.  She loves being on top and riding
his cock to a screaming orgasm, enhanced by the lingering taste of his cum
on her tongue.

   Sharon's dreams have become lust-filled cocksucking fantasies.  Mostly
Tim's cock but sometimes she dreams of sucking Paul's cock and a few times
she's even dreamt of them together.  She wakes up in a sweat with her pussy
soaking wet after dreaming about her husband and her brother naked in her
bed while she strokes their hard cocks and alternates feeding each one into
her warm mouth.

   She can't understand why her brother keeps intruding into her sexual
fantasies or why she finds it so arousing when he does.  As their beach
trip gets closer, his presence in her fantasies increases significantly and
she even wonders if there will be an opportunity for her and Paul to be
alone.  As soon as this thought enters her brain, Sharon banishes it.  What
am I thinking?

   A few days before the beach house vacation, Sharon and Rhonda go
shopping for new swimsuits.  Sharon has always worn a conservative
one-piece swimsuit but Rhonda convinces her to try something a little
sexier.  In the dressing room together, Rhonda raves about a pale yellow
bikini that barely covers Sharon's perfect breasts and exposes a fair part
of her ass cheeks.

   "I could never wear this," Sharon laughs, turning to look at her exposed
flesh in the mirror.

   "Why not?" Rhonda asks.  "You've got the body for it.  Take advantage of
it while you can."

   "Would you wear this?" Sharon asks, cupping her breasts to emphasize how
exposed they are.

   "I will if you will," Rhonda answers, wondering what Tim will think when
his wife and his lover show up in matching Brazilian-cut bikinis.  The idea
is too good to pass up and Rhonda leaves the dressing room to find the
exact bikini for herself.

   "Well..." Sharon keeps turning to look at the bikini from different
angles, imagining what Paul might think when he sees so much flesh.  Damn!
Why did she think of her brother instead of her husband?  And why does that
make her pussy tingle?

   When Rhonda returns, Sharon averts her eyes as her sister-in-law slips
into an identical bikini.  Catching a glimpse of Rhonda's naked body in the
mirror, Sharon stares at her ample breasts and neatly trimmed pubic area.
When they stand next to each other in front of the mirror they could easily
be mistaken for twins.  Rhonda's breasts are larger and her hips are more
pronounced but with the amount of bare flesh showing the differences are
miniscule.

   "Let's not say anything to Tim or Paul and surprise them at the beach,"
Rhonda whispers while they wait in the checkout line.

   "That's a great idea.  I can't wait to see their reaction," Sharon
answers and the two women almost start giggling, each one oblivious to the
other's thoughts.  Rhonda is anxious to see how Tim reacts to the two women
he's having sex with dressing identically while Sharon is wondering what
Paul will think of her new swimsuit.

   On the drive to the beach house, Tim and Sharon are both quieter than
normal, lost in their own thoughts.  Sharon is worried that spending a week
at the beach with her brother will fuel more lustful thoughts and dreams,
and at the same time, anxious to see his reaction to her revealing bikini.
These conflicting emotions keep her occupied most of the drive, just gazing
out the window.

   Tim, on the other hand, is busy formulating a plan to help Rhonda
improve her sex life with Paul.  He figures that since Sharon became more
amorous after Rhonda lied to her about Paul's sexual prowess, maybe the
reverse will be true.  If Paul thinks he and Sharon have an adventurous sex
life it might help him shake off his parent's teachings.

   If he remembers the beach house layout correctly, from viewing it on the
website, the two master bedrooms are upstairs and next to each other. 
Although not a screamer, Sharon can be quite loud when she's in the throes
of an intense orgasm.  Tim's plan is to induce such powerful orgasms in his
wife that there will be no doubt that she's no longer the prude their
parents wanted.

   Rhonda and Paul are already at the beach house when Tim and Sharon
arrive.  Tim excitedly verifies that the bedrooms are just as he expected,
only better.  The headboards of the king size beds butt up against the
common wall.  As they unpack, he wonders if he should let Rhonda in on his
plan.

   It's early evening by the time each couple is settled in and the four of
them venture out for dinner.  There is a locally famous eatery just down
the beach within walking distance.  They cut across the sand and up the
boardwalk.  Over dinner they discuss plans for the week.

   "Let's hit the beach first thing in the morning," Rhonda says, while
they're enjoying their salads.

   "Sounds good to me," Sharon answers, smiling at Rhonda.  Both women are
anxious to show off their new swimwear.

   Over their entrees, they discuss various other activities for the week,
with Tim mentioning a used bookstore he'd like to visit.  Paul says he'll
go along with what everyone else wants to do.  Tim is still looking for an
opportunity talk to Rhonda when the check arrives.  Oh well, she'll know
soon enough.

   After a nightcap on the balcony where they commit to an early morning on
the beach, the couples retreat to their respective bedrooms.

   Tim pulls back the covers invitingly.  Already excited by the
exhibitionist nature of what he has planned, Tim's cock stiffens even more
at the sight of his shapely wife emerging from the bathroom.  Her naked
flesh, basked in moonlight from the open window, gives off a seductive glow
as she makes her way across the room.  No longer shy about her body, Sharon
absorbs her husband's stare and she smiles while relishing the pleasure he
gets from looking at her well-toned body.

   "You are stunning," Tim says as Sharon crawls in next to him.  "And you
look delicious," he adds as his hand caresses her hip and his lips brush
against her right nipple.

   "Tim!" Sharon laughs, "Rhonda and Paul might hear us."

   "We'll be quiet," Tim answers, knowing that he has just the opposite
planned.  His hand moves across her hip and between her legs while his
teeth nibble on her quickly responding nipple.

   "Mmmm," Sharon rolls onto her back and spreads her legs.  "If you're
sure," she sighs.

   Tim lightly strokes her outer labia, which is already covered with a
thin coating of natural lubricant.  He marvels at how responsive his wife's
body has become when just a few weeks ago he thought it would never thaw.
Slipping one finger inside her, Tim moves his mouth to her other nipple,
teasing it to it's full thickness.

   "Ahhhhhh," Sharon moans, holding him tightly to her breast as his finger
starts a steady rhythm inside her aroused pussy.  Tim kisses his way down
her stomach, replacing his finger with his tongue.  Licking all around her
puffy lips, he laps up the juice that's boiling over inside her inflamed
pussy.

   Sharon lifts her legs, spreading them wide apart and Tim slips her arms
under her knees before running the tip of his tongue up and down the length
of her slit.

   "Oh!  Yeah!" Sharon nearly bellows when he pushes his tongue all the way
inside her and licks around the insides of her wet pussy.  "Oh!  God!"
Sharon squirms on the bed, pushing her smoldering pussy against his tongue.
He rapidly pistons it in and out, tongue-fucking her as she grabs his head
and humps her pussy against his face.

   Sharon's juices are flowing and Tim's face is soaked when he shifts his
focus from her sweltering opening to her clit.  Licking from inside her
drenched pussy up to her exposed clit, he covers it with saliva and pussy
juice before sucking it into his mouth.  Gently sucking with his lips, he
flicks his tongue against her clit several times eliciting loud moans from
Sharon.

   "Oh!  Tim!  Ohhhhhhhh!  Yeah!" Sharon's moaning is getting louder as she
entwines her fingers in his hair and yanks his head against her gyrating
pussy.  Somewhere in the back of her mind, Sharon realizes that she can
probably be heard in the next room but her rapidly building orgasm shuts
down any restraint she might have.

   "Oh!  That's it!  Keep...  doing...  that!" She gasps out the last words
while thrusting her hips off the bed, slamming her clit against his tongue.
Tim keeps feverishly sucking her clit while pushing two fingers into her
soggy pussy.

   "Oh God!  That's so good!  Ohhhh!  So good!  OHHHHH YEAH" Sharon yells,
squeezing her legs together while pushing Tim's face from her sensitive
clit.  As she falls back on the bed, panting, Tim shakes his head loose
from her fingers and begins lapping up the thick cream oozing from her
quivering pussy.  And that's just round one, Tim thinks.

   In the next room, Rhonda is smiling to herself as Paul tosses and turns
next to her, putting the pillow over his head.  At first she wasn't sure
what she was hearing because the wall muffled the sound.  But when the
headboard started tapping the wall behind them and she heard her
sister-in-law moaning, it confirmed her suspicions.  She wonders if Tim is
doing this on purpose to get a reaction from Paul or if this is just their
normal nightly routine.  By the time Sharon yells her last oh yeah, Paul
has jumped out of bed and walked out on the balcony in his pajamas.

   "Are you okay?" Rhonda asks, wrapping her arms around him from behind,
her thin nightgown offering little protection from the cool night air.

   "Who can sleep with that...  that...  noise?  You'd think they'd have a
little consideration!" Tim growls.  Rhonda can't remember seeing him this
angry in a long time.  Does he feel his sister is betraying a sacred family
oath or is it something else?  She tries to sooth him.

   "I think they're done, if you want to come back to bed." She smiles as
she rubs her body against his back, hoping the moaning might have stirred a
positive reaction in her husband.

   "Don't you start!" Paul snaps, moving away from her.  "Isn't one
inconsiderate couple in this beach house enough?" He stomps back into the
bedroom and throws himself on the bed with a huge sigh.

   Rhonda stays on the balcony, hugging herself and wishing she was in the
next bedroom with Tim.  Hell, she'd even share him with his wife if he'd
make her moan like that.  She shrugs and starts back into the bedroom when
she hears the telltale squeak of the bed in the next room.  Ohmygod,
they're not done.  She smiles and turns back to the balcony.

   Tim never stopped lapping up his wife's succulent cream.  He gently
licked all around her sensitive pussy, occasionally flicking his tongue
between her splayed open lips.  By the time she caught her breath and was
no longer panting, her arousal was on the rise and her pussy was anxious
for more.

   "God, Tim!  What you do to me!" she cries, spreading her thighs wider
and pulling on his hair again.  Tim loves the taste of his wife's pussy. 
He could eat her all day and never get enough.  Moving his mouth up to her
clit again, he sucks it into his mouth while once again pushing two fingers
into her wide-open pussy.

   "Oh Tim!  That's soo....  SOOO...  GOOD!" Sharon cries as he sucks on
her clit and pumps his fingers in and out.  Sharon is jerking wildly and
he's having trouble keeping her clit in his mouth.

   "OHMYGOD!  OHMYGOD!  OHMYGOD!" Sharon is screaming and her whole body is
spasming as she gushes a steady stream of creamy nectar over Tim's fingers
and down his chin.  Tim releases her clit to lap up her thick, syrupy
juice. Her body is quaking and her pussy lips are quivering as he licks her
inside and out.

   Even before she catches her breath, Tim slides his body over hers and
plunges his rock solid cock deep into her in one hard thrust.  Her still
quivering pussy engulfs his cock like a velvety glove and Sharon's hips
instantly start keeping rhythm with his steady pounding.

   "Oh!  Oh!  OHHHH!  OHHHH!" Sharon's moans mirror Tim's jackhammering
thrusts.  Her thick, hot juices make his cock feel like it's gliding
through hot gelatin as he pummels her inflamed pussy.

   "Oh Tim!  It's building again!  Oh Tim!  TIM!  TIM!" Sharon is digging
her fingernails into his ass cheeks spurring him on.  Tim knows what really
gets his wife's blood boiling and he slips his arms under her, holding her
against him as he rolls them over, placing her on top.

   Sharon pushes herself up into a sitting position and starts riding his
hard cock like a wild woman.  Tim just smiles as she jounces on his cock
and the headboard starts banging against the wall.

   She's slamming her pussy down so hard he's afraid she'll pulverize his
hard-on with the force of her attack.  He grabs her taut nipples, twisting
them and stretching them out from her bouncing tits.  His cock is throbbing
from her ferocious onslaught and he tenses his legs as his balls constrict,
ready for the eruption that is seconds away.

   "Ahh!  Ahh!  AHH!  AHHHHHHHH!" Sharon's moans are synchronized with her
bouncing and Tim can actually feel the pressure of her juices against his
cock as waves pleasure flow through her body.  Her pussy grips his cock and
she slams down hard against him as he shoots his load deep inside her
quivering pussy.  Her whole body is trembling as she collapses on his
chest, her soft tits cushioning her fall, while her pussy pulsates like a
vibrator, milking the last bit of cum from his cock.

   They're both breathing hard, but Sharon is gasping for breath.  Her head
is on Tim's shoulder and her blonde hair is wet and matted from her intense
exertion.  He strokes her hair and kisses her gently on her sweat-soaked
forehead while wondering what Rhonda thought of their exhibition.

   Rhonda can't figure out why her husband is so mad about the noises
coming from the next room.  She thinks it's kind of arousing and wishes
Paul would do something about it.

   Paul can't figure it out either.  Why should his sister breaking their
vow making him so mad?  As he lies on the bed listening to her moan he can
vividly picture exactly what she's doing.  He can visualize her naked body
and her gorgeous bouncing breasts.  He still dreams of how she straddled
him and nearly drove him insane.

   "Maybe we should make a little noise of our own," Rhonda says, noticing
the tent in the sheet as she crawls in beside him.

   "I don't think it's a contest!" Paul snaps and then is instantly ashamed
that he's taking this out on Rhonda.  It isn't her fault.  She's the best
wife anyone could ask for.

   "I'm sorry," he says, turning towards her and noticing she's shed her
nightgown.

   "Show me you're sorry," Rhonda smiles, pressing her naked thigh against
her husband's pajamacovered hard-on.  Paul surprises Rhonda by rolling her
onto her back and pulling off his pajamas.

   As Paul positions himself over his Rhonda's body and aligns his cock
with her moist pussy, he's hoping that making love to his wife will take
his mind off of his sister.  He doesn't know why he keeps dreaming about
that night with Sharon and he's still angry with her about breaking her
vows but he gently slides his steel-like rod inside his wife's anxious
pussy.

   Responding to the noises from the next room, Rhonda is wet and ready. 
Closing her eyes, she can imagine from Sharon's moaning exactly what Tim is
doing to her.  She knows from experience how Tim uses his tongue and then
slams in with his hearty cock.  As Paul continues his mechanically rhythmic
fucking, Rhonda bucks her hips, trying to push him to a more adventurous
level of lust.

   When Paul momentarily speeds up just before he cums, Rhonda is close to
her own orgasm.  Close...  but not close enough.  She drops her head on her
pillow with a sigh, wondering how she's going to get Tim alone to satisfy
her needs.

   ******

   "Good morning," Rhonda says, joining Tim and Sharon on the terrace.

   "I found a donut place," Tim says, biting into a chocolate raised donut
and pointing to the box.

   "And there's coffee," Sharon adds, smiling meekly at her sister-in-law,
obviously embarrassed by what Rhonda and Paul must have heard the previous
night.

   "It's easy to work up an appetite at the beach," Rhonda smiles, grabbing
a cream-filled Žclair and biting one end off.  As Tim takes a drink of his
coffee, Rhonda sucks the cream from the end of the Žclair and raises her
eyebrow at him.  Sharon is behind Rhonda and doesn't see the suggestive
maneuver but Tim nearly chokes on his coffee before he smiles at his
sister-in-law.

   "Hey, sleepy head," Rhonda says when Paul steps out on the terrace
dressed in his swimsuit and a Hawaiian print shirt.  Paul nods as he pours
some coffee.

   "I thought we were going to the beach this morning," he says although
there is little enthusiasm in his statement.

   "We are!" Rhonda jumps up and nudges Sharon to follow her.  "Wait here
while we get ready."

   "Be right back," Sharon gives Tim a kiss on the cheek and follows her
sister-in-law into the house.  After Tim makes a couple of attempts at
small talk without much response from Paul, the two men fall into an
awkward silence, watching the waves crash against the sand.

   "Are you sure about this?" Sharon whispers even though there is no way
she can be heard from the terrace.  "The amount of cleavage is bad enough,
but the bottom only covers half of my ass cheeks."

   "That's the point!" Rhonda says, tying the string behind her back and
adjusting the triangles across her ample breasts.  "Come on, you'll see."
Rhonda says, grabbing Sharon's hand and leading her out of the bedroom.

   "Okay, boys!" Sharon calls just before they reach the door to the
terrace.  "We're ready!" Tim and Paul stare dumbfounded at the exotic site
of the two women entering the terrace.

   "Ohmygod!" Tim nearly chokes on his coffee again as his eyes feast on
the two scantily clad women.

   "Where did you get those swimsuits?"

   "Why did you get them is more the question," Paul asks, incredulous that
his wife and his sister would be willing to display so much flesh. 
"Sharon, my god!  You can't wear that!"

   "Oh, but your wife can?" Rhonda asks, strutting over to where her
husband is standing.  While Paul's eyes shift to his wife's bouncing
breasts, Tim follows the rippling flesh of her half exposed ass cheeks.

   "No!  I didn't mean that!" Paul tries to recover from his focus on his
sister.  "Neither one of you can!  Don't you agree, Tim?" Paul asks,
looking to his brother-in-law for support.

   "I think they look sexy as hell and we'll be the envy of every guy on
the beach," Tim answers, smiling from ear to ear as he shifts his gaze from
his wife to his lover, mistakenly believing that he's the only one who's
fucked both of these gorgeous women.

   "Then let's go before we change our mind," Sharon says, grabbing her
beach bag with one hand and her husband's arm with the other she pulls him
down the steps to the beach.  Rhonda tries to grab Paul's arm but he pulls
away, scowling.

   "Fine.  Be Mr.  Grumpy," she smiles, running to catch up with Tim and
taking his other arm.  Several male heads lift from their towels as they
watch Rhonda run across the sand, her barely covered breasts bouncing
against her chest and her ass cheeks dimpling in and out with each stride.
Paul shakes his head and runs to catch up with the group.

   "I think you're going to need some sun screen so you don't burn," Tim
tells his wife as he pulls the tube from the beach bag.  They've settled on
a blanket in a secluded little alcove near the water line and both women
are lying on their stomachs.  Tim admires the view of their nearly
identical asses only half covered by their bikini bottoms.  While certainly
not thongs, their swimsuit bottoms are cut high enough to leave a lot of
flesh exposed.

   "Maybe you should do me and let Paul put sunscreen on Sharon," Rhonda
says.  "I don't want to lose you two for the afternoon if you get carried
away," she smiles.

   "Rhonda!" Sharon admonishes but her heart is beating rapidly at the
thought of her brother touching her naked skin.  She squeezes her thighs
together and tries not to show her excitement.

   "Fine.  Whatever," Tim tries to act nonchalant but is very willing to
rub sunscreen all over Rhonda's bare ass cheeks.

   "That's okay," Paul says.  "I can do Rhonda and you can do Sharon."
Sharon turns her head to hide her disappointment.

   "No, do your sister, silly." Rhonda says playfully while scooting over
next to Tim.  "Come on, Tim.  I don't want to burn." Paul shrugs and
acquiesces to his wife's choice.  Not wanting to make a scene, he slowly
turns his attention to his sister.

   Rubbing sunscreen on his hands, Paul begins rubbing the back of Sharon's
legs, methodically covering her with the creamy lotion.  Sharon spreads her
legs as he works his way up her shapely thighs.  Paul is trying to think
about anything besides his sister's nearly naked body as he spreads the
sunscreen evenly across her thighs.  His heart is pounding and he's
sweating while his brain is filled with the vision of Sharon astride his
hard cock when they were in college.

   Tim, on the other hand, has turned Rhonda's sunscreen application into
an erotic massage.  Taking advantage of Paul's back to him and Sharon's
head turned the other way, he caresses up her inner thigh and brushes his
fingers across her bikini covered pussy lips.  Rhonda stifles a moan as Tim
gets bolder and, without taking his eyes off of Paul or Sharon, slips one
finger inside Rhonda's swimsuit bottom, feeling the moist heat emanating
from her aroused pussy.

   Rhonda puts a fist to her mouth as her brother-in-law's finger glides
between her slick pussy lips.  With his other hand applying sunscreen to
her exposed ass cheek, he makes it look like he's rubbing sunscreen with
both hands.

   "Don't forget those dimpled cheeks, Paul," Tim says as he watches his
brother-in-law skip over Sharon's bottom.  "We don't want them burned."

   "Yes, please, Paul," Sharon murmurs.  "Make sure I don't burn." Sharon's
pussy is on fire as her brother's soft, gentle hands caress her warm skin.
She holds her breath, waiting anxiously for him to get to her ass cheeks.
She's unconsciously clenching her pussy muscles in an attempt to appease
the arousal building between her legs.  Paul's cock is responding to his
sister's bare flesh and he shifts sideways to conceal his growing erection.

   All pretense of applying lotion is gone and Tim is outright
finger-fucking Rhonda while her husband and his wife are only a few feet
away.  Rhonda is biting down on her fist as she rocks against his hand and
her orgasm builds inside of her.  Turning her head towards the others to
watch for signs of discovery, she lifts her ass up giving Tim greater
access.  Tim withdraws his finger from her pussy, replacing it with his
thumb while his middle finger teases circles around her aroused clit.

   Tim's machinations coupled with the risk of discovery drives Rhonda over
the top.  She clamps her hand over her mouth as a tremor flows through her
body, coating Tim's hand in hot pussy juice.  While catching her breath,
Rhonda notices her husband is still caressing his sister's ass cheeks.  His
touch is light and gentle, but Sharon has her legs spread and seems to be
rocking with his slow caress.

   But the real shocker is that her husband's swimsuit trunks appear tented
in the front.  My God!

   He's got a hard-on over his sister's ass.  Well, Rhonda muses, what man
wouldn't react to touching an ass like that, sister or not.  But, still
it's his sister!  She closes her eyes and her lips form a knowing smile as
she basks in the afterglow of her much need orgasm.  Sharon turns her head
towards them as Tim applies sunscreen to Rhonda's back.

   Sharon's pussy is on fire from her brother's lingering caress of her
warm ass cheeks.  She turns her head to check whether Tim or Rhonda have
noticed how long he's taking with that part of his sunscreen application
but neither are paying any attention.  Rhonda has her eyes closed, almost
like she's sleeping and Tim is concentrating on rubbing sunscreen on her
back.  Sharon sighs and closes her eyes, undulating her hips to her
brother's massage.

   Paul knows this isn't right but he can't seem to move his hands form his
sister's nearly bare bottom.  His vivid memory of her naked body writhing
on top of him is fogging his brain and making him uncomfortable.  He knows
he should stop but his hands aren't listening to his brain.  He glances
behind him to see if he's being watched while wondering why Sharon hasn't
said anything.  She seems to be rocking her hips in encouragement.  God! 
This is wrong!

   "Who wants to go in the water?" Tim asks, turning towards the waves as
he stands up.  Paul's hands guiltily pull away from his sister's ass cheeks
as he considers the idea of using the waves to hide his erection.

   "I'll go with you," Paul answers much to Sharon's dismay.  Wiping his
lotion-covered hands on his swimsuit, he joins his brother-in-law and they
race towards the water.

   "Not me, I'm sunbathing," Sharon says, smiling to hide her
disappointment about her massage being interrupted.  Paul's hands felt so
good and she could tell by the way he was touching her that he...  that
he...  what?  Wanted to fuck her again?  Is that what she really wants, to
commit incest again?  Does she even know what she wants?  Closing her eyes,
she conjures up mental images of her brother lying back naked while she
shows him what she's learned to do with her mouth.

   Paul and Rick plunge into the surf side-by-side, each with his own
motivation.  Paul dips under the waves to hide the bulge his sister created
in the front of his swimsuit and hoping the cool water will help it
subside. Tim wipes his fingers under his nose, breathing in Rhonda's erotic
aroma before plunging both hands into the water and rubbing them together
to clean off the pussy juice.

   The two men spend the rest of the morning frolicking in the waves, body
surfing and wrestling like teenagers.  After lunch, with their wives
settled in with beach reads under a big shady umbrella, they rent boogie
boards and continue riding the waves most of the afternoon.  Rhonda and
Sharon sit in their beach chairs, reading, chatting and cheering on their
husbands, while men of all ages try not to gawk at the sexy women in their
pale yellow bikinis.

   After showers and a light dinner the two couples finish a bottle of wine
while playing scrabble on the terrace.  Rhonda smiles at Tim as she runs
her bare foot up his calf, reassuring him that even though they haven't had
a chance to be alone, she appreciated the orgasm on the beach and
understands what he's trying to do for her.

   The night is nearly an exact repeat of the night before but this time as
soon as the lovemaking sounds begin from the adjacent room, Paul rolls his
wife onto her back and mounts her with an urgency she's never seen from
him. Still aroused from his morning encounter with his sister's bare ass
cheeks, he drives his cock deep into his wife's willing pussy.  With his
eyes closed and the sounds of his sister's moans penetrating the thin
walls, Paul fucks Rhonda with a vigor that shows promising signs of leaving
her well satisfied.

   Rhonda has no illusions about what's driving her husband's passionate
behavior.  Her brain quickly makes the connection between Paul's earlier
erection while touching his sister and his reaction to the lustful sounds
from the next room.  Although mildly disturbed by the incestuous
inferences, right now she's more concerned with how he's pummeling her
pussy.  Always good at compartmentalizing, she pushes her thoughts to the
back of her brain, digs her nails into Paul's ass cheeks and bucks her hips
as she urges him on.

   "Oh God!  Ohhhh God!  Don't stop!  Don't stop," Sharon's cries fill
Paul's ears and it's just like she's there in the room with him.  He pounds
Rhonda's horny pussy while envisioning his sister's naked body lying under
him.  The louder the sound from Tim and Sharon's bedroom the harder Paul
fucks his wife.  He's slamming into her like never before and Rhonda is
responding with her own moans of pleasure.

   As Tim and Sharon lie on their backs catching their breath, he smiles at
the faint but recognizable sounds coming from Paul and Rhonda's room. 
Maybe his idea is working.

   "God what you do to me!" Sharon whispers as she snuggles up to her
husband.  Now it's her turn to listen to the squeaking bed, tapping
headboard and barely stifled moans coming from the other bedroom.  Just
before she falls asleep, her brain replays the day's events, with special
emphasis on her brother massaging her ass cheeks.  What did it mean?

   When Paul rolls off of Rhonda, he kisses her gently on the lips before
turning over.  This is a sin!

   He admonishes himself.  Even though I am not physically sinning with my
sister, God can see my depraved mental sinning.  Paul feels his wife's
naked body spoon against his back as he fights to hold back his tears.  Why
can't he be stronger?

   Rhonda is up early the next morning and leaves a note on the table that
she's gone shopping for groceries so they don't have to eat every meal out.
Tim wants to boogie board some more before the 24-hour rental period
expires but Paul begs off, claiming he's too tired.  As Tim heads to the
beach, Paul and Sharon find themselves alone in the house.  It's the first
chance they've had to talk alone since they arrived.

   "What happened to our vow, Sis?" Paul asks, not intending it to sound so
accusing.

   A few steps down the beach, Tim turns back to get his sunglasses and
sunscreen.  Returning to the house, he walks in through the door from the
garage and just before he calls out to Sharon, hears her voice rise in the
living room.  Freezing in his tracks, he listens to the building argument
between her and her brother.

   "That's what I'd like to know?" Sharon says.

   "What do you mean?" he asks, his face aglow with anger and confusion.

   "You come up with this great penance, but I'm the only one who has to
live it," she yells.

   "From what I'm hearing through these walls, you're not living it very
well," he shouts.  Tim stands perfectly still, listening and wondering what
they're talking about.

   "Well, I was living it until about a month ago.  I lived it religiously
and it almost ruined my marriage," she declares.  "I've been lying there
like a frigid virgin, trying my best not to lose control and have an
orgasm, while you're climaxing every damn time you fuck Rhonda!  Am I
right?"

   "What are you talking about?" he yells.  "We took a vow!  Penance for
our sin of incest!  You can't just ignore that, Sis!" he argues.

   What the fuck!  Tim's jaw drops as he listens from the kitchen.  Incest?
Paul and Sharon?

   Ohmygod!  That's what this is all about.  Oh-my-fucking-god!

   "Tell me you don't climax when you fuck Rhonda!" Tim hears his wife
yell. "Convince me you're not getting off with your wife, every single
time."

   "Of course I am," he sighs, "but it's quick and perfunctory and... 
and..."

   "And what?" Sharon yells.

   "And it's never like it was with you," he says so quietly that Tim
almost misses it.

   "I don't believe you," Sharon says and Tim realizes she's about to
repeat the lies that Rhonda told her.  He backs farther into the kitchen,
quickly opening and slamming the door.

   "Anybody here?" he yells, bounding into the living room.  "I forgot my
suntan lotion," he says as he encounters his wife and his brother-in-law
standing almost toe-to-toe in the living room.

   "It's in the beach bag beside the dresser," Sharon says, not taking her
eyes off her brother.  "I think I'll join you at the beach," she adds,
quickly turning and following him down the hall.

   "Are you sure you don't want to come with us, Paul?" Tim asks, coming
out of the bedroom with the lotion.

   "No," he says quietly.  "I'll stay here and help Rhonda put the
groceries away," he says, trying unsuccessfully to catch his sister's eye
before she and Tim leave the beach house.

   Tim and Sharon walk to the beach holding hands, each distracted by their
review of the brief argument.  Tim's brain is in a fog; incest, penance and
a vow to never orgasm, what kind of fucked up perspective is that?  He
squeezes his wife's hand and wonders what's going through her brain.

   Sharon's guilt almost overwhelms her as she feels her husband squeeze
her hand.  Tim is so good to her, but her impure thoughts of her brother
keep invading her mind.  Why!  Why!

   Tim and Sharon boogie board the rest of the morning, laughing and
playing in the water.  Constantly catching Sharon and helping her stay
afloat; his hands are all over her gorgeous body.  Squeezing her ass,
touching her thigh or even cupping her breasts from behind, Tim doesn't
miss an opportunity to show his affection for his wife.  Without realizing
it they've drifted away from the public beach to a less populated area. 
Tim wants to talk to Sharon about what he heard but not before he's shown
her that he's not upset.

   With Sharon lying astride the boogie board, Tim starts caressing her
firm, round ass cheeks.  Much like he did with Rhonda yesterday, he lets
one finger slide beneath the fabric at the crotch of her skimpy swimsuit
bottom.

   "Mmmmm.  Someone will see us," Sharon protests as she enjoys the feel of
her husband's fingers against her moist slit.

   "There's no one around," Tim replies as he undoes the tie on his swim
trunks.  The water is hip level, which makes it perfect for what Tim has in
mind.  Pulling her swimsuit bottom to the side, he slips two fingers into
her slick pussy.

   "Ohh!" Sharon moans.  "We shouldn't be doing this out here," she adds
without conviction as she spreads her legs, scoots her ass to the end of
the boogie board and rocks against her husband's hand.  Tim finger-fucks
her with one hand while freeing his erection with the other.  Before she
can protest any further, he steps between her legs and replaces his fingers
with his hard cock.

   "Ohhhhhgod!" Sharon cries as Tim buries himself completely inside her
hot, velvety snatch.  Gripping the edge of the boogie board, he plants his
feet solidly in the wet sand and pumps himself in and out of her by yanking
the boogie board back and forth across the water.  Sharon's eyes are wide
open and she looks fervently around for any would be voyeurs.  Finding
none, she settles down onto the boogie board, spreading her legs wider and
rocking against her husband's hard cock.

   It's the first time he's fucked his wife from behind and even though her
ass is partially covered by her swimsuit bottom, he finds the experience
incredibly erotic.  Based on her moans and the motion of her ass, Sharon
loves it too.  It gives him hope that maybe she'll agree to the doggie
position in bed tonight.

   "Ohhhhhhhh!" Sharon moans as she grips the sides of the boogie board and
bucks her ass up to meet her husband's demanding thrusts.  They climax in a
torrent of heavy breathing and the sound of his body slapping against her
ass as he jackhammers his cock into her inflamed pussy.

   "Oh God, Tim!" Sharon cries when her orgasm rips through her body. 
"We're like a couple of animals mating out in the open."

   "You bring out the animal in me," Tim smiles as he extracts his spent
cock from her pulsating pussy and draws her swimsuit bottom back over her
opening.  Turning the boogie board to the side, Tim bends down and kisses
his wife, pressing his tongue into her mouth.  Sharon lets the boogie board
slip from under her while wrapping her arms around her husband's neck and
weaving her tongue around his.

   "I can't believe we just did that," Sharon laughs, breaking the kiss. 
You'd think we were a couple of sex-crazed teenagers.

   "Just the sex-crazed part," Tim laughs, slapping her on the exposed part
of her ass cheek.  Tim retrieves the boogie board and leads Sharon to a
secluded part of the beach where they sit next to each other, watching the
waves and letting their breathing return to normal.

   "I overheard the argument you were having with Paul," Tim says after a
lengthy silence.

   "Oh that was nothing, really," Sharon says trying to sound nonchalant.
Tim puts his arm around her shoulder and pulls her close to him.

   "I love you more than life itself," he says, kissing the top of her
head. "I will always be here for you, no matter what.  Do you want to tell
me about the incest, the penance and the vow?

   "I...  I...  don't know where to start...  it was all so long ago."
Sharon stammers.  Tim turns her face to his and kisses her gently but
passionately on the lips.

   "It's alright," he reassures her.  "Start from the beginning and we'll
get through this together."

   Tim is anxious to find out what happened between Sharon and her brother
so he can discredit this silly ass vow of penance.  It's obvious that Paul
has come up with some convoluted process for them to atone for their sins
and until recently it has had a significant impact on each sibling's sex
life.

   With tears streaming down her cheeks, Sharon recounts the night of
incest with her brother, explaining how she was drugged the first night but
how she insisted they repeat the act the next morning when she was clear
headed.  Her face reddens with embarrassment as Tim listens intently to her
rationalize how she was trying to free her brother from guilt.  Tim hears
the tremor in her voice and senses her heart beat faster when she talks
about sex with her brother.

   Sharon feels like she's going to confession after years of hiding a
horrible sin.  The tremendous relief of unburdening herself of her guilt
keeps her talking about her brother and her dreams.  Between sobs, she
describes her dreams and how wet she got when he rubbed suntan lotion on
her legs and ass cheeks.

   Tim is flabbergasted!  Paul must have been rubbing Sharon's ass cheeks
while he was getting Rhonda off right next to them.  What a mess!  His mind
is reeling with what he's just heard.  Sharon is undoubtedly still lusting
after her brother's affection and the way Sharon described his ass rubbing,
Paul apparently feels the same way.  No small part of this is how Tim and
Rhonda's relationship fits into Paul and Sharon's incestuous fantasies.

   "I won't contest a divorce," Sharon says, taking Tim's silence as a
condemnation of her actions, "but I don't want to hurt Paul and Rhonda."
She pushes back from him and starts to stand up.

   "Wait a minute," Tim grabs her and pulls her back down next to him.  "I
said we'd get through this together, didn't I?"

   "But...  that was before..."

   "No buts!  I knew about the incest before I said that.  I knew about it
before we made love a few minutes ago.  Honey, the last thing I want is a
divorce." He lies down, pulling her down next to him and kisses her
tenderly.

   "Oh Tim, I really don't deserve you." Sharon cries as she clings to her
husband.  They lie in the sand, holding each other as the waves crash along
the beach.  Tim is the one to break the silence.

   "Based on your dreams and what happened yesterday, I'd say you still
have sexual feelings towards your brother." Sharon starts to protest but
knows it wouldn't be honest so she just nods her head again.

   "It's okay," Tim reassures her.  "With what happened between you two, I
think it's only natural."

   "You do?" Sharon asks incredulously.

   "Yes, everyone remembers their first love and especially their first
time.  Yours just happened to be with your brother." Tim says with more
confidence than he feels.

   "You make it sound almost normal." Sharon whispers, snuggling closer to
her husband.

   "Maybe not normal, but certainly not unheard of.  I'm sure you're not
the only brother and sister who..." Tim leaves the sentence hanging as he
tries to think of what to say next.  He's surprised to find himself
wondering what it would be like if all four of them knew about each other's
feelings.  Would they willingly share their spouses?  Would Paul be okay
with Tim fucking Rhonda as long as he gets to fuck Sharon?

   "It's still incest!  It's still a sin, no matter how frequently people
do it," Sharon stammers.  "I can't believe you're trying to justify it."
Tim silently laughs at his fantasy being shattered.  There is no way Paul
or Sharon would ever agree to live like that.  Their upbringing would never
allow it.  Hell, he doesn't even know if Rhonda would agree to something
like that.

   "Okay, it's wrong." Tim replies, "but so is how we've spent the first
year of our marriage.  I don't believe you have to atone for the rest of
your life for one mistake.  Paul was wrong about the penance and he was
wrong about the vow you took." Tim's mind is starting to question Paul's
motives.  Was it really penance or did he not want his sister enjoying sex
with anyone else?  But then why would he adhere to it with Rhonda?  Because
the only woman he really wants is unattainable?  God, what a mess!

   "It wasn't some little mistake, Tim," Sharon says quietly.  "Shouldn't
there be some consequences to what we did?  We can't just say oops and then
forget about it."

   "Apparently not," Tim answers.  "Neither of you has forgotten about it.
You still dream about it and from what Paul said to you this morning, so
does he."

   "What do you mean?" Sharon asks, surprised at how anxious she is to hear
about her brother's feelings even after all that's happened.

   "When he said fucking Rhonda was never like it was with you." Tim says,
the words coming out more harsh than he intended.

   "Oh." Sharon says, her mind wandering to her brother and the confused
relationship they've had.  She watches Tim stare out into the ocean
wondering if he's looking for answers or just trying to clear his mind of
all the disgusting things he's just heard.

   "I think you and Paul have unfinished business," Tim finally says. 
"Neither of you will be able to give your all to a healthy relationship
until you've resolved the sexual tension between you."

   "How do you suggest we do that?" Sharon asks, conflicted about what her
husband is implying.

   "How do you think?" Tim asks, kissing his wife's forehead for
reassurance of his love.

   "You've got to be kidding!" Sharon sits up and gapes disbelievingly at
her husband.

   "As a matter of fact, I'm not," Tim says quietly.  "Think about it,
Sharon.  You lost your virginity to your brother, you still dream about
having sex with him and you get aroused at his touch.  Doesn't that sound
like some unfinished business?" Sharon stares into her husband's eyes,
searching his soul for some level of insincerity but finds none.  He
actually wants her to have sex with her brother.

   "Why?" she asks him quietly, "Why are you saying this?  Do you want me
to have sex with Paul?

   Do you think it will somehow improve our love life?  I think we've made
a lot of progress in the past month, don't you think this could ruin it? 
This is unbelievable," Sharon says, shaking her head.

   "You two are the ones who are dreaming about each other and have spent
the last year abstaining from sexual enjoyment with your spouses," Tim
answers.  "I think you may have created a mythical sexual experience that
only exists in your memory."

   "What if it isn't mythical?" Sharon whispers.  "And what about Rhonda?
There is no way I can do this to her." Tim weighs the merits of telling
Sharon about his relationship with Rhonda and decides this isn't the time.

   "What's the alternative?" Tim asks.  "You and Paul continue to dream and
keep believing in a mythical sexual experience that is detrimental to both
your marriages.  I honestly think you'd be helping Rhonda and Paul's
marriage in the long run."

   "Jesus, Tim," Sharon says exasperatedly, "You honestly think that adding
the sin of adultery to our existing sin of incest is going to help their
marriage?  What have you been smoking?" Tim laughs and squeezes Sharon's
shoulder, pulling her down against him, before he answers.

   "Fine," he says.  "Like I asked before, what's the alternative?"

   "I don't know," Sharon whispers.  "I just don't know, Tim," he feels her
tears against his chest as he kisses the top of her head.

   "We don't have to solve this right now," he says.  "This has been a lot
to absorb.  Let's let it simmer for a while and see how it looks later,
okay?"

   Sharon nods, wiping the back of her hand across her eyes.

   "No matter what, remember how much I love you," Tim says.

   "I could never doubt that," Sharon answers, hugging him tightly.  "I
can't imagine any other husband being so...  understanding or... 
open-minded?  What you've suggested...  I love you so much, Tim!"

   "I love you, too, babe." They lie quietly on the sand, each lost in
their own thoughts.

   Although Tim sincerely wants to help Sharon, he also has the ulterior
motive of making his affair with Rhonda seem inconsequential in comparison.
It's nowhere near what Sharon and Paul would be doing.  If he's honest with
himself, in some small part of his brain he also finds the idea of his wife
fucking her brother very arousing.  He smiles as he contemplates how to
help Sharon make her dream a reality.

   Sharon can't even fathom what her husband is suggesting.  He wants me to
make love to Paul, to not only commit adultery but also incest again.  She
feels the heat emanating from between her legs as she tries to come to
grips with her internal struggle.  Even if she wanted to, she can't imagine
that Paul would ever consider it.

   "There you are!" Rhonda and Paul round the sand dune and trudge over to
where Tim and Sharon are lying side by side.

   "Have you two had lunch?" Paul asks, eyeing his sister for any sign that
she wants to continue their earlier conversation.

   "No, have you?" Tim answers, standing up and brushing off the sand.

   "No, but I've got everything ready to grill burgers," Rhonda says,
turning Tim around and brushing the sand off of his back, spending a little
extra time with his swim trunk covered ass cheeks.  Tim gives Sharon a
quick glance but her and Paul seem to be studying each other and not paying
any attention to he and Rhonda.

   "Sounds great!  Let's go!" Tim grabs Rhonda's hand and they start
running down the beach, leaving Paul and Sharon behind.

   "Do you think we'll get any time alone?" Rhonda asks as they run up to
the house.

   "Tomorrow," Tim answers with an ear-to-ear grin on his face.  "You and I
are getting up early to go visit lighthouses," he says with one eyebrow
raised.

   "Mmmmm.  I can't wait," Rhonda says, pulling him into the beach house
and rubbing her hand fervently up and down the front of his swimming
trunks. Rhonda is wearing a thin sundress over her swimsuit and Tim slips
his hand under the hem to massage her pussy mound through her swimsuit.

   "I wish we could fuck right now," Rhonda whispers, looking through the
window over Tim's shoulder to see how far away their spouses are.  Paul and
Sharon have stopped about a hundred feet from the house and seem to be
engaged in a heated discussion near the water.

   "You know the drill," Rhonda smiles, "let me know if you see them
coming." She turns Tim towards the window, freeing his rapidly hardening
cock as she kneels down and is stroking up and down its length before her
knees even touch the floor.

   "You are insane!" Tim smiles as Rhonda pumps his hard cock in and out of
her warm mouth.  Tim grabs her hair and picks up the rhythm, fucking her
mouth as he stares out the window at his wife and brother-in-law.  His
arousal if obviously heightened by the imagined dialogue between the two
incestuous siblings.

   While Rhonda is feasting on Tim's cock, her husband is defending himself
to his sister.

   "I swear I don't know what you're talking about," Paul says, exasperated
at Sharon's insistence that he's broken their vow.  "I did not break our
vow!"

   "That's not what it sounded like last night," Sharon retorts.

   "Well what do you expect when you're moaning like a banshee and slamming
the headboard against the wall?"

   "That's because I have finally become the wife I should have been for
the past year!" Sharon yells, frustrated that her brother won't admit that
he's broken the solemn vow they took.

   "Well, I'm sorry you don't believe me," Paul says earnestly, his voice
uneasily quiet as he lets his hands rest on his sister's nearly bare hips.
"I've never done anything with Rhonda that even comes close to what we
did."

   Sharon feels her face flush as she stares into her brother's eyes.  Tim
was right, there is unfinished business here.  She covers her brother's
hands with hers, squeezing them gently against her hot skin.

   "We should get back," she says, lowering her eyes and catching sight of
the bulge in her brother's swimsuit.

   "I mean it, Sharon," Paul says as his sister turns towards the beach
house.

   "I know," she whispers.

   "They're headed this way!" Tim says, driving his hard cock into Rhonda's
throat for the third time.  "I'm so close!" he pants while gripping
Rhonda's hair.  She caresses his balls as her lips slide down the length of
his cock.  She whips her tongue around his cockhead and drives him over the
top.

   "Ohhhh!  Fuck!" Tim nearly shouts as his cock erupts in a fountain of
cum inside Rhonda's tantalizing mouth.  She pumps his shaft, sucking and
swallowing his bursts of sperm, finishing just in time for Tim to tuck
himself away.

   "Let's let the guys start the grill while we get the meat patties
ready," Rhonda says as Sharon and Paul walk through the door of the beach
house.  She's wiped her mouth and has just taken a big swig of diet coke.

   "Sounds fine," Sharon says without much inflection and follows her
sister-in-law into the kitchen.

   After lunch, Tim heads out to the rare bookstore, Paul settles in front
of the TV and the women busy themselves in the kitchen, cutting up the
fresh fruits and vegetables Rhonda brought home from the grocery store.

   After an uneventful dinner, they all watch a romantic comedy on DVD. 
Tim makes sure he and Rhonda are the only ones interested in the lighthouse
tour and arranges to meet her early the next morning.

   Once inside their bedroom he and Sharon resume their conversation from
earlier in the day.

   "I think you're right," she says quietly as she undresses.

   "About what?" Tim asks, climbing into bed naked and watching his wife
disrobe.

   "Unfinished business," she says, kicking her panties aside and standing
naked at the foot of the bed.  She waits for her husband's reaction.  He
just smiles.

   "What makes you think so?" He asks, pulling aside the sheet invitingly.
Sharon crawls in next to him before she answers.

   "Just some things he said this afternoon." She moves her body against
his and runs her hands down his sides.  "I'm just not sure we should act on
it."

   "I spent the afternoon doing research," Tim tells her.  "First, there is
no such thing as lifelong penance.  Second, there is no evidence of
contemporary churches giving penance for incest.  I even contacted a local
priest..."

   "You what?" Sharon stares at him disbelievingly.

   "Don't worry.  I told him I was teaching a theology class and a question
came up about penance for consensual sex between an adult brother and
sister.  The priest said that first of all, the occurrence isn't as rare as
people think and secondly, rather than penance he would recommend
counseling to help the couple dissect their relationship and make a sound
decision regarding theie future."

   "Really?" Sharon lays her head on her husband's shoulder and tries to
absorb what he's just told her.  "So you really think Paul and I should..."
her voice trails off.

   "That's up to you," Tim says, kissing the top of her head.  "All I'm
saying is that it's okay with me if you do."

   "I don't even know how I'd approach it with him," Sharon says,
unknowingly accepting her husband's suggestion.

   "Rhonda and I are leaving early in the morning and we'll be gone all
day," Tim says.  "Paul usually sleeps late.  I bet you can think of a way
to wake him up that will stifle what little resistance Paul might have."

   "Oh you think so, huh?" Sharon smiles and rolls her husband onto his
back.  "Do you think I should practice a little on you first?"

   "Wouldn't hurt," Tim laughs as his wife's hand closes around his
burgeoning erection and she scoots down on the bed.  Tim still doesn't
understand why he gets turned on by the thought of his wife fucking her
brother.

   ****

   Tim finds Rhonda all ready to go when he emerges from his bedroom,
showered and dressed, at 8 o'clock the next morning.  Rhonda is wearing a
pale pink cami and tight white shorts that hug her curvy hips like a second
skin.  Tim feels his cock reacting as he contemplates the day ahead. 
Pressing her body firmly against him, Rhonda reaches around to squeeze his
ass cheeks.

   "Everyone else asleep?" she asks as she moves her mouth towards his.

   "Sharon's taking a shower," Tim whispers, letting his lips meet hers and
gently parting them with his tongue.  They linger, enjoying a passionate
kiss and tight embrace until they hear the shower stop.

   "We'd better go," Tim says, breaking the kiss and stepping back to catch
his breath.

   "I hope you're not taking me far," Rhonda smiles as she grabs his hand
and pulls him out the door.

   "Only to paradise," Tim laughs and the two lovers speed off down the
road, leaving brother and sister alone in the beach house.

   Sharon takes an extra hot shower, thoroughly cleaning herself inside and
out.  As she dries off, her mind is a jumble of contradictions but her
pussy is tingling like vibrator set on high.  She dabs some perfume under
her breasts and on her inner thighs, still not believing what she's about
to do...  and with her husband's permission...  no, not permission,
encouragement!

   She stands naked in front of the closet trying to decide what to wear to
seduce her brother.  She rejects several sundresses, her nightgown, a long
t-shirt and finally...  decides to wear nothing.

   The door to her brother's bedroom is slightly ajar.  She quietly pushes
it wide-open and stands naked in the doorway, watching him sleep.  Her
heart is pounding in her chest and she's holding her breath as she tries to
convince herself to step into his room.  Her cheeks are flush and her pussy
is itching like crazy as she slowly walks to the bed.  Taking a deep
breath, she reaches for the sheet that's covering him.

   She has no way of knowing that Paul is in the depths of an erotic dream
when she carefully pulls his covers back and settles herself on the bed
next to him.  He's wearing pajama bottoms with a snap fly and she's
surprised to see that he is already aroused.  She briefly wonders what he's
dreaming about as she carefully undoes the snaps to reveal his hard, thick
erection.  Could he be dreaming about her?

   Paul is dreaming about his sister.  It's the same repetitive dream that
he's has been having off and on for years.  The one night of sexual
debauchery that has come to define him ever since - the night he took
Sharon's virginity.  He regularly relives in resplendent detail the vision
of his sister sitting astride his hard cock while he fondles her luscious
tits and explodes into her warm, velvety pussy.  But this time the dream is
even more vivid and he feels the moist warmth enveloping him in a way he
doesn't remember.

   Having freed her brother's erection, Sharon licks it all over, leaving a
thin coating of saliva up and down the sides before sucking the tip of it
into her mouth.  With her hand stroking up and down his slick shaft, she
flicks her tongue around the head while sealing her moist lips around the
tightly stretched skin of his manhood.  Sharon's arousal soars as she sucks
her brother's thick cock into her mouth and slides her other hand around
his balls.

   Paul slowly emerges from his erotic fantasy and opens his eyes to see
long blonde hair bobbing up and down around his cock.  He initially
believes that he's still dreaming and closes his eyes hoping to extend the
pleasurable feelings flowing through his loins.

   Wait!  This was never a part of his dream.  He blinks his eyes and
shakes his head, clearing the fog and finding himself staring into his
sister's eyes.  Their eyes lock momentarily before he suddenly panics and
screams her name.

   "Sharon!  What do you think you're doing?" Paul yells, reaching to push
her head away as he tries to scoot up on the bed.  Her brother's cry
startles her and she reacts by increasing the urgency of her actions.

   Sharon jerks her hand more rapidly up and down his saliva-coated cock,
teases his heavy balls with her swirling fingertips and fervently sucks his
cockhead into her mouth whipping her tongue feverishly around it.  Paul's
hands freeze inches from her head as the extreme pleasure of her motions
overwhelm him and he starts bucking his hips with uncontrollable desire.

   "Oh Sharon!" Paul cries.  "What are you doing?" His question comes out
more as a sigh than a challenge and Sharon responds by sliding her lips
farther down his stiff staff.  His sister's attack on his hard cock is like
nothing he's ever experienced and Paul thrusts his hips, vigorously
matching her rhythm as he unexpectedly starts shooting his hot cum inside
her warm mouth.

   Paul can't breath...  he can't think...  what the hell just happened? 
His chest is heaving as he tries to catch his breath.  It started as just a
dream but...  Sharon is actually...  her mouth is really...

   she's swallowing his...  oh God!  And she's not letting up.

   Sharon sucks and swallows her brother's salty sperm, gulping it down as
she continues to stroke his cock, milking out every single drop.  When he
is completely spent, she continues a gentle sucking motion while her
fingers caress his balls and stroke the sides of his thick shaft.  His cock
begins to re-stiffen almost immediately and she works her tongue around it
until it is fully restored.

   "Sharon," Paul whispers, completely bewildered by what's happening.

   Afraid to give him time to protest, Sharon pulls her lips from his cock
and scrambles up over his torso.  She quickly aligns her aroused pussy with
his stiff cock and impales herself on him in one fluid motion.  Before he
even knows what's happened, his dream has become reality and his sister is
bouncing up and down on his recovered cock.  He reaches for her tits
exactly as he did before and gives himself over to the only erotic fantasy
he's ever known.

   Sharon is in seventh heaven!  She's fucking her brother!  She's bouncing
on Paul's thick cock, reliving her rocket launching fantasy of incestuous
love and it was all her husband's idea!

   Suddenly everything is crystal clear.  She knows this is right and,
looking in her brother's eyes, she sees he knows it's right, too.  She's
intent on making this the most memorable experience of his life.

   This isn't about reliving a college memory.  She shouldn't just try to
duplicate the out of control, aphrodisiac-drugged sex they had before.  She
needs to give him something new...  something better.  Gradually, she slows
her gyrations and starts squeezing her vaginal muscles around her brother's
throbbing cock.  Undulating her hips in slow motion, she leans forward
until her taut nipples are pressing into her brother's chest and her mouth
is close to his.

   "I love you, Paul," Sharon says just before their lips meet and her
tongue snakes into his mouth.  She lets her tongue match the languid
movement of her hips, sweeping its way around his mouth and gently urging
his tongue to participate.

   "Mmmmmm," Paul moans into his sister's mouth as his hands close around
her smooth, round ass cheeks.  His fingers press into her flesh feeling the
fluid motion of her hips ripple over his hard cock.  He fervently returns
her kiss, following her tongue back into her mouth like he's trying to
devour her.

   Sharon continues the slow, fervid build up, sucking on her brother's
tongue, grinding her nipples into his chest and teasing his cock with her
frothing hot pussy.  She hasn't kissed him in years and she's never kissed
him like this...  with this much passion...  like her whole body is opening
up to him.

   By the time she breaks the kiss and pushes herself upright on his rigid
cock, they are both panting and gasping for air.  Their arousal is at a
feverish peak and they are grinding together with animalistic lust.  Paul's
hands are mauling her breasts, squeezing and teasing as she slams her pussy
down again and again.  They are both lost in the frenzy of their incestuous
coupling.

   "Ohhhh!  Ohhhhh!  Paul!  Oh, Paul!  Ohhhhhhh!" Sharon rides him with
libidinous abandon, once again experiencing the insatiable desire in her
inflamed pussy.

   "My God!  Sharon!" Paul cries, thrusting into her and trying to match
her feverish rhythm.  Nothing has prepared him for the uninhibited pleasure
of watching his sister's jouncing tits.  His cock is on fire as she rides
him with a salacious fury.  He wants to cum in his sister's pussy.  He's
never wanted anything or anyone so badly.  To hell with the consequences...
the penance...  the sinfulness, this is everything he's been dreaming
about!

   "Ahhh!  Ahhhhh!  AhhhhrrrrgggggghhhHHHHH!" Sharon clamps her pussy
muscles around her brother's cock as her orgasm rockets through her body.
Shaking and convulsing, she gasps for air as she rides out the seemingly
endless waves of pleasure before collapsing on her brother's chest.

   "What are we going to do?" Paul asks after they've both caught their
breath.

   "What do you mean?" Sharon asks, squeezing her pussy muscles around her
brother's cock.

   "What are we going to do, right now?" She smiles as she kisses her
brother on the chin.

   "No, I mean now that we've added adultery to our sin of incest." Paul
whispers, his cock recovering quickly inside his sister's overheated pussy.

   "First things, first." Sharon says, pressing her mouth to his, while
undulating her burning pussy on his rapidly hardening cock.  Helpless to
resist her tongue or her lustful movements, Paul again gives into the
incestuous desires that have been smoldering inside of him since that
fateful night in college.

   He wraps his arms around her, feeling her hard nipples press against his
chest and their tongues get lost in each other's mouth.  Oh God!  This is
so wrong!  He thrusts his hips up and feels the moist heat of his sister's
pussy mold itself around his thick shaft driving him to an agonizing level
of hardness.  With Sharon on top he has no leverage for driving his cock
into her and he needs to drive it hard.

   Without breaking the kiss, Paul squeezes his fingers into her ass
cheeks, holding her tightly against him as he flips their bodies over. 
While she's turning, Sharon wraps her legs around her brother's torso to
keep his steel rod firmly inside of her hot pussy.  When her back hits the
bed, she spreads her legs wide and stretches them almost straight up in the
air.  Paul pummels her pussy with a rapid jack hammering of his throbbing
cock.

   "Ohhhhhhh Paul!" Sharon cries, pulling her mouth from his to gasp for
air.  Her pussy is on fire and her brother's violent assault is fanning the
flames, driving her to new heights of arousal.

   Paul is out of control, hammering his cock into his sister with
unbridled animalistic lust.  He can't begin to understand that this fervent
attack is the logical culmination of all the incestuous hunger and craving
that has been building inside of him for years.  Sharon's seduction has
finally released the inhibited restraint that has kept his feelings for her
buried deep in his subconscious.  Now the only thing buried deep is his
hard cock in her fiery pussy.

   Sharon has never felt anything like this!  Her whole body is inflamed
with desire.  Her brother's frenzied assault has ignited the deepest level
of salacious hunger.  She savagely claws at his back and bucks her hips to
meet his violent thrusts, driving him deeper inside of her.

   "Oh Paul!  Oh Paul!  Ohhhhhhh Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" Sharon's body stiffens, her
pussy muscles contract and she shudders from head to toe as her volcanic
eruption sends her hot lava gushing around her brother's cock.  This is it!
Even as she's in the throes of her orgasm, she feels it still building deep
inside of her.  Her brother is bringing back that elusive rocket-launching
orgasm from her last time they were together.  It wasn't just a virginal
memory of her first time; it's Paul!

   Sharon pushes her feet against the bed, arches her back up high and
throws her head back screaming while Paul plunges his steel rod into one
final time.  Their simultaneous orgasmic release sends them both into
fervent fits of ecstasy.  Paul convulses against his sister's pussy,
discharging his hot cum in wild spurts, while Sharon trembles
uncontrollably beneath him, her pussy pulsating in time with her rapid
heartbeat.

   They continue to spasmodically thrash against each other for several
minutes before their sweat-soaked bodies finally collapse in exhaustion and
they gasp for air.  Paul is panting and Sharon is making little cooing
sounds as her body continues generating pleasurable erotic pulses.

   "Oh God, Sharon," Paul whispers, still panting for breath.  "We've
really done it this time." His mouth finds hers and he kisses her with all
the buried passion and lustfulness that he's been suppressing for so long.
Sharon hungrily returns the kiss, entwining their tongues and pulling their
naked bodies more tightly together.

   "What are we going to do?" Paul asks, rising up on one elbow to look
down at his sister's beautiful face.  "We have added adultery to our sin of
incest."

   "Is it still adultery if Tim knows what we're doing here today?" Sharon
asks her brother.

   "What are you talking about?" Paul demands.

   "He overheard us yesterday when he came back for the sunscreen," she
says and then proceeds to tell Paul about the rest of her conversation with
Tim, including his research into incest penance and his suggestion that she
and Paul have unfinished business.

   "Unfinished business," Paul muses.  "That's a weird way of referring to
it, but I guess he was right." They lay silently in each others arms for a
few minutes with Paul's spent cock still nestled inside Sharon's soggy
pussy.

   "What about Rhonda?" Paul asks.  "That's still adultery even if it isn't
for you and Tim."

   "I know," Sharon's answer is barely above a whisper.  "Tim thinks that
if we stop our penance and get this out of our system, it will improve your
love life with Rhonda and every body wins."

   "Are we getting this out of our system?" Paul asks with a half smile.

   "I don't think so," Sharon sighs.  "I think we've just permanently
imbedded it in our system, at least in mine."

   "Mine, too." Paul says, kissing her again to prove his point. 
Unbelievably his cock stirs again within her sweltering pussy and he starts
a gentle rocking motion.

   "Let's rest a minute," Sharon laughs, breaking the kiss and squeezing
his ass cheeks to stop his movement.

   "What are you going to tell Tim?" Paul asks his mind racing for a way to
discuss this with Rhonda.

   "The truth," Sharon answers.  "I love him, Paul.  I hope he knows what
he started and is as open minded as he thinks he is."

   "I'm going to have to tell Rhonda, too.  I just don't know how." Paul
says and they again lapse into a comfortable silence, enjoying the
closeness of their bodies and their synchronized heartbeats.  Little does
Paul realize that as they speak, Tim is preparing Rhonda for that very
conversation.

   As soon as they had driven off, Rhonda unsnapped her shorts and pulled
down the tiny zipper.

   "Feel how wet I am already," Rhonda purred, grabbing Tim's hand as he
glanced at his sister-in-law's open shorts.

   "You are incorrigible," Tim smiles sliding his hand beneath her panties
and immediately feeling the heat emanating from her moist pussy.  Slipping
one finger between the folds of her labia, he curls the tip of it into her
wet opening.

   "I'd say you're ready!" Tim laughs as he maneuvers his finger to her
clit hood and draws little circles gently around it.

   "Oh yeah!" Rhonda moans, spreading her legs and slipping down a little
in the seat, resting her head on Tim's shoulder.  As Tim continues to
manipulate her clit, Rhonda pushes up to create more pressure on her
sensitive love button.

   "Oh yes!  Just like that...  don't stop," Rhonda is almost purring as
Tim tries to keep his eye on the road while fingering Rhonda's clit to
match her increasing urgency.  The day before when he was making his plans,
he had spotted a little out of the way motel along the beach and had gotten
a room overlooking the ocean.  That's where they were headed now, if he
didn't pass it by in his distracted state.

   "Ohhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaa!" Rhonda grabs Tim's hand to still it's motion and
clamps her thighs closed, trapping his finger in her spasming pussy.  She
jerks a couple of times, flooding her pussy with love juice before turning
her head towards Tim.

   "How much farther?" she asks through half-closed eyelids.

   "Not far," he smiles, "You may want to do up your shorts.  A minute
later Tim pulls into the motel, parking right in front of their room.

   "We don't have to check in?" Rhonda asks.

   "All taken care of, just like you're going to be in a few minutes," he
smiles.  True to his word, over the next few hours they take care of each
other in a variety of ways.  Tim eats Rhonda to several powerful orgasms,
she returns the gesture with her tantalizing mouth on his hard cock and
then they fuck to exhaustion.  If it's not the rocket-launching orgasms
that their spouses are experiencing, it's extremely satisfying and they end
up in a tangle of sheets and naked limbs.

   "I think there's something weird going on between Paul and Sharon,"
Rhonda broaches the subject that's been on her mind since they got to the
beach house.  Tim hadn't made up his mind about whether it was his place to
enlighten her.

   "What do you mean?" Tim asks, wondering how much she knows.  Rhonda
explains about Paul's initial anger from hearing them make love in the next
bedroom, seeing him get aroused when he rubbed sunscreen on his sister and
how it seemed like he was timing his lovemaking with her to his sister's
moans from the next room.  "I think it has something to do with their
sexual hang-ups."

   "You're right," Tim answers.  He and Rhonda have become too close for
him to lie to her.  "But there is more to it than you realize." He confides
in her about the overheard conversation, his follow-up discussion with
Sharon and what he believes is happening at the beach house right now.

   "Oh God, Tim!  Paul and Sharon?" Rhonda is speechless.  She thought
Paul's reaction was just the natural attraction of a beautiful woman, not
the result a prior incestuous relationship.  Tim gives her time to digest
what he's told her before he continues the discussion.

   "Yeah, just like you and I," he says matter-of-factly, "except they
happen to be brother and sister."

   "That doesn't bother you?" Rhonda asks, still tying to get her mind
around what she's hearing.  Without waiting for an answer, she continues,
"So all this sexual repression started from this one time in college?"

   "Pretty much.  I don't think their parents' teachings helped any, but it
was Paul, the theology student who came up with the penance."

   "Wow." Rhonda sighs, her head resting against Tim's shoulder, their
naked bodies still wrapped around each other.  "Since you seem to be
orchestrating this, what happens next?"

   "We know about them, but they don't know about us," Tim answers.

   "Okaaaay," Rhonda stretches it out almost into a question.  "What does
that mean?"

   "If today happened the way I think it did, Paul has lost a lot of his
inhibitions.  I think we should tell them tonight.  Not together, of
course, but individually with our own spouses.  My instincts tell me that
we should shower them with loving affection and let them know that they
aren't the only ones with a secret.  Then tomorrow the four of us can
discuss what all of this means going forward."

   "You're kidding, right?" Rhonda asks incredulously.

   "I've never been more serious," Tim says, more confidently than he
feels. "Think about it, Paul won't want to give up Sharon anymore than I
want to give up seeing you.  I think we can come to some open arrangement
where everybody gets what they want."

   "Damn...  you really think that's how this is going to play out?" Rhonda
asks, even as she's contemplating how wonderful it would be if he was
right. She could keep her lover and her husband without any of the
associated guilt.  Of course that means she accepts her husband's
incestuous relationship with his sister.  It's a lot to think about.

   "We can only hope," Tim says.  "Come on, let's take a shower and get
some lunch.  The shower takes much longer than expected, in a nice way. 
They have a late lunch and head back towards the beach house.

   "I'm nervous," Rhonda says.

   "I'd be surprised if you weren't," Tim laughs.  "Just follow my lead. 
We don't know if anything happened."

   Arriving at the beach house they find Paul and Sharon sunbathing on a
blanket near the water.  Rhonda and Tim join them.  '

   "How was your day?" Tim asks Sharon as he gives her a kiss.  He can't
help but notice how radiant her face looks as she answers.

   "Wonderful!" she winks, "How was yours?"

   "The same," he answers cryptically.  Sharon scrunches her brow as she
tries to decipher what he means.  Did he have a wonderful day or was his
day the same as hers.  Not in a million years.

   Rhonda sits next to Paul who is lying face down and looking away from
the group.  She rubs some sunscreen onto his back but he doesn't
acknowledge Sharon or Tim.  Paul is still reeling from his marathon love
making with his sister and is embarrassed to face either his wife or Tim.
He especially doesn't want to face Tim because Tim already knows what's
going on.

   They somehow make it through the afternoon and have a semi-comfortable
dinner at a local crab shack.  Arriving back at the beach house, by some
unspoken agreement they split into their separate bedrooms even though it's
still early in the evening.

   "So how did it go today?" Tim asks Sharon, taking her into his arms and
kissing her passionately.

   "You already know, don't you?" Sharon asks meekly.  "It was just like I
remembered it, Tim.  But you're not surprised, are you?"

   "No.  It just means that you and your brother have a unique love that
can't be replicated by anyone else.  That doesn't diminish the love that
you and I have or the love that Paul and Rhonda share.  How did Paul
react?"

   "Oh God," Sharon almost laughs but catches herself.  "When he woke up
and I was...  you know." Tim nods.  "He must have thought I was some kind
of Jezebel coming to damn him to hell for all eternity.  But you were
right, there was so much unfinished business and neither of us could
control ourselves."

   "I'm glad," Tim smiles as he watches his wife's face light up while she
talks.

   "Really?" Sharon asks, still surprised at her husband's reaction.

   "Glad for you," he says.

   "What did you and Rhonda do today?" Sharon asks, changing the subject to
avoid more discussion about what her and Paul did.

   "The same as you and Paul," Tim answers, watching Sharon's face for a
reaction.

   "What?  You mean?  No, you and Rhonda?" Sharon's face is a contortion of
conflicting emotions.

   "It started a few weeks ago," Tim says quietly.  "With you and your
brother doing your penance, Rhonda and I sort of commiserated over the lack
of passion in our marriages.  One thing led to another and..." Tim lets his
voice trail off as he waits for his wife's reaction.

   "Why didn't you tell me last night?" Sharon asks.

   "I almost did," Tim replies.  "But I didn't want it to influence what
you did about you and Paul.

   "You and Rhonda?" she says again.  "Do you think Paul knows or
suspects?"

   "Rhonda is supposed to be telling him now," Tim answers.  "Then tomorrow
I hope the four of us can discuss what this all means.

   "You honestly think we can just all share, don't you?" Sharon asks,
thinking the same thing Rhonda did about how wonderful it would be if it
were true.  A sudden flush of color taints her cheeks as she considers the
implications.

   "I honestly don't know," Tim answers.

   "But you told Rhonda about Paul and I?"

   "She actually suspected something was weird between you two, but didn't
have a clue about the actual events.  I filled her in on the college
stuff."

   "How did she take it?" Sharon asks sheepishly.  "Of course, you two
having an affair probably helped with her acceptance level."

   "A little, but she still has some hang-ups on the whole incest thing,"
Tim says.

   "Yeah, well join the club.  I still think it's weird and Paul is even
more freaked out than I am."

   "But not enough to give it up, right?" Tim asks.  "You both want more of
each other."

   "Yes." Sharon sighs.

   "I only have one more question for tonight," Tim says.

   "What?"

   "Did you save anything for me?" he laughs while he strips out of his
clothes.

   "Is that all you think about?" Sharon smiles as she starts unzipping her
skirt.

   In the next room, the conversation isn't going quite as smoothly.

   "You actually slept with Tim?" Paul almost shrieks and Rhonda stares at
the absurdity of the accusation in his eyes.

   "You slept with your sister," she points out defensively.  That takes
the fight out of Paul and he rolls over away from her.

   "Wait!  I'm sorry, please don't turn away, Paul," Rhonda says grabbing
his arm and pulling him back towards her.  "We can talk this out." They
were already both naked and under the covers before Rhonda initiated this
conversation.

   "Talk it out?  What do you mean?" Paul asks incredulously.  "Incest,
adultery...  let's just talk about our feelings?"

   "Exactly!" Rhonda leans up on her elbow, ignoring his sarcasm.  "You
can't help how you feel about Sharon," she says, wondering if she actually
believes it.  Paul stares hesitantly into his wife's eyes.  Can she
actually accept how he feels about his sister?

   "What about you and Tim?" he finally asks.

   "Tim and I only turned to each other because...  well...  frankly
because of the lack of passion in our lives.  Like the passion you showed
me last night," Rhonda smiles.  Paul winces as he remembers that passion
being kindled by listening to his sister's moans in the next room.  Then
his mind wanders to everything he and Sharon did today and his cock stirs
involuntarily.

   "I love you," Rhonda says, reading his face.  "It doesn't matter how we
get the passion going, just that we do." While she's speaking they hear
subtle lovemaking noises from the next room and Rhonda moves her hand down
to encircle her husband's semi-erect cock.

   "This isn't right," Paul protests as his wife strokes his rapidly
hardening shaft and the volume of sounds from the next room increase.

   "Close your eyes," Rhonda instructs him.  "Don't worry about right and
wrong just now." With his sister's moans filling his head, and his wife's
hot pussy sliding down over his cock, Paul accepts the inevitable. 
Whatever is going to happen tomorrow is beyond their concern tonight and he
thrusts up into his wife's pussy as his sister's voice provide the
soundtrack to his lust.

   The next morning, Tim finds the conversation isn't going exactly where
he wants it when Paul interrupts it with one of his typically caustic
remarks.

   "Is this the part where we all get naked in the hot tub together?" Paul
asks sarcastically.  The two couples are sitting at the breakfast table
attempting to discuss their situation.  Rhonda, Tim and Sharon seemed to
have warmed to the idea of sharing spouses but are having trouble
convincing Paul.

   "Paul..." Rhonda starts to answer but Tim cuts her off.

   "No, Paul's right.  This is a lot to absorb." Both women look at Tim
expectantly.  "We're here for three more days," he leans forward to make
his point.  "I suggest we table this discussion until Saturday.  It'll give
us time to think about everything." Tim notes the disappointment on the
women's faces, like they were ready for Paul's naked hot tub idea.

   "What's going to change between now and Saturday?" Sharon asks.

   "Well, we have three more nights.  I suggest we alternate sleeping
partners each night.  We slept with our spouses last night, so tonight
Rhonda would be with me and Sharon would be with Paul." Tim looks right at
Paul to judge his reaction.  "By Saturday I think we'll be ready to discuss
what happens when we go home." Sharon and Rhonda turn their heads to look
expectantly at Paul.

   Paul felt the familiar stirrings in his groin as soon as his
brother-in-law mentioned Sharon sleeping with him.  Visions of their
lovemaking fill his head as he stares into his sister's pleading eyes.  A
slight smile forms on his lips as he slowly nods his head.

   "We are all depraved, you know," Paul says as the group emits a
collective sigh.

   Tim can hardly believe it.  A week ago he was secretly having an affair
with his sister-in-law and now it's all out in the open, his wife is
fucking her brother and they all just agreed to swap spouses for the next
three days.

   Sharon is even more excited than her husband, wondering how to make the
day go by faster so she and Paul can be together.  But Rhonda doesn't even
want to wait for nightfall.  Over lunch she raises the issue of daytime
sex.

   "So when does the trade off actually start?" she asks while they are
sitting on the deck eating sandwiches.

   "What do you mean?" Tim asks.

   "Well if tonight is Tim and I, is that just the night or is it like a 24
hour period?  You know, could we disappear for a while this afternoon, for
example?" she asks, her head cocked to the side and her eyebrows raised.

   "My God, Rhonda!" Paul almost chokes on his sandwich but Sharon is
anxiously awaiting Tim's answer.  She never even thought of that.

   "I'm just asking?" she smiles.

   "Well, I guess it starts when we get up in the morning," Tim says
assuming the leadership role that the group has unconsciously assigned him.
"We'll alternate every 24 hours beginning whenever we get up in the
morning."

   "I feel like a nap after lunch.  How about you?" Rhonda asks as she
stands up and takes Tim's hand.  Sharon watches to see how her brother will
react to his wife's blatant sexual overture but he just quietly finishes
his lunch while Rhonda and Tim climb the stairs.  As anxious as he is to be
with his sister again, he is not going to run upstairs in the middle of the
day, especially with Tim and Rhonda in the next room.

   While their spouses are doing who knows what in the bedroom, Sharon and
Paul just cuddle on the couch downstairs.  With their arms around each
other and occasional bouts of passionate kissing, they acknowledge that
what happened in college has never left them.  Sharon tells Paul how he
continued to fill her dreams and Paul admits that he has frequently relived
their one night together.  By the time Rhonda and Tim emerge from the
bedroom a couple of hours later, Sharon and Paul, although still fully
dressed, are a tangle of arms and legs on the couch and their mouths are
locked together.

   "Hey, get a room!" Tim jokes as they come down the stairs.  "Rhonda and
I are going to the beach, you guys interested?" Paul looks questioningly at
Sharon as they catch their breath.  She shakes her head.

   "No, you two go ahead," Sharon says, never taking her eyes from her
brother.  As soon as they leave, Sharon starts pulling at her brother's
clothes.

   "Should we go upstairs?" Paul asks as he pulls his shirt over his head.

   "They'll be gone a while," Sharon pants while discarding her shirt and
unfastening her bra.  Paul stares at her luscious breasts as she stands up
to remove her shorts.  Her bronzed skin from three days in the sun
highlights the creamy white skin her bikini covered.  Pulling her panties
and shorts down together, she momentarily stands naked in front of her
brother.  His eyes follow her tan lines directly to her neatly trimmed
blonde bush as his thick erection points towards the ceiling.

   Sharon considers sucking that beautiful cock into her mouth but her
pussy is too anxious.  She steps forward and straddles him, sliding her
well-lubricated pussy down onto his steel rod.

   "Oh God!  I love you, Sharon!" Paul says and then her lips silence him
and her tongue darts into his warm mouth.  With her knees pushed into the
couch cushions and her hands gripping the back of the couch for leverage
she starts rocking her hips and bouncing on her brother's cock.  Paul sucks
her left nipple into his mouth as his hands encircle her waist, lifting her
up and slamming her back down on his hard cock.

   "Oh yeah!" Sharon screams as her brother's cock sends shivers of
pleasure through her sensitive pussy walls.  Through the window she watches
Tim and Rhonda walking down the beach holding hands and she almost laughs
at the absurdity of it all.  A month ago she was a frigid wife with no sex
life at all and now she's fucking her brother in the living room in broad
daylight with their spouses' taking a post-coital walk.

   "Oh, Sharon!" Paul screams as his fingers tighten on her waist and he
frantically bounces her onto his ready-to-explode cock.  Sharon's breath is
coming in gasps as her orgasm approaches its peak.

   "Ohhhhhhaaahhhhhhhh!" Sharon moans when Paul's cock erupts inside her
juicy pussy.  Her release follows almost instantly and they shiver in
ecstatic harmony as their lips meet in a blissfully passionate kiss.

   Over the next three days both couples act like sex-crazed teenagers,
prone to sucking and fucking all night, changing partners each day, groping
each other on the beach and taking long midday naps.  Paul's enthusiasm
builds and he starts fucking his wife with nearly the same intensity as he
fucks his sister.  Both women are eagerly sucking the mens' cocks but only
Tim is eating their pussies.  Neither woman has broached the subject with
him.  His first night with Rhonda, Tim eats her to two explosive orgasms,
and then at her suggestion, fucks her in the ass.  By Saturday morning
whatever inhibitions any of them brought to the beach house are gone.

   Rhonda wakes up before Tim and quietly slides out of bed.  Seeing her
clothing strewn across on the floor, she smiles at Tim's naked body and her
pussy tingles as she recalls his eagerness the night before.  Not wanting
to wear yesterday's clothes, she decides to slip into her bedroom for clean
ones.  Stepping naked into the hallway she moves silently toward her and
Paul's bedroom when movement in the living room catches her eye.

   Glancing down over the railing, she sees Paul sit down on the couch with
a cup of coffee.  Rhonda assumes that Sharon must still be sleeping and
trying to get her clothes might disturb her.  She shrugs her shoulders and
heads downstairs.

   "Is there more coffee?" Rhonda asks as she comes down the stairs.

   "Rhonda!" Paul whispers, "why are you naked?"

   "I forgot to bring a change of clothes last night and I don't want to
disturb Sharon," she smiles, bending over to kiss her husband good morning.
"What are you doing?" Paul is wearing a white terrycloth bathrobe that is
open to the waist.

   "I couldn't sleep and I've been thinking about...  you know... 
everything that's happened."

   "Yeah, it's been crazy," Rhonda says, kneeling on the floor in front of
him.  "Did you come to any conclusions?" she asks as she runs her hands up
the inside of his thighs.  Paul's cock has reacted to his wife's nakedness
and her tantalizing touch.  Rhonda undoes the tie on his bathrobe and peels
the sides back.

   "Rhonda!" Paul hisses, "Tim or Sharon could get up any minute.

   "I know, but you're already up," she smiles, her hand encircling his
rapidly hardening cock.  "Just one little taste?" she asks, looking him in
the eyes as her tongue moves slowly up the length of his shaft.

   "Mmmmmm," Paul moans as he watches his wife lick all around his hard
cock, then suck his cockhead into her mouth.  Before he can protest any
further, Rhonda is bobbing her head up and down in his lap.

   Sharon wakes up alone and makes the same decision Rhonda did about last
night's clothing.  Unsurprisingly she also mirror's Rhonda's idea to sneak
into her bedroom for clean clothes.  When she's halfway between the
bedrooms she hears Paul moan and peeks over the balcony into the living
room below.  The couch faces away from the balcony so Paul can't see her
and Rhonda isn't looking up.  Sharon stifles a gasp when she sees her naked
sister-in-law sucking Paul's thick cock.

   Sharon backs up a step, embarrassed by what she's seen.  She takes two
steps towards her bedroom before she reconsiders and turns back to the
railing.  Leaning, forward she positions herself so just her eyes are over
the railing.  Sharon has never seen another couple having sex, except in
videos and those are as real as televised wrestling and just as over-acted.
She knows how wrong her voyeurism is, but she is totally mesmerized and
can't look away and besides her pussy is heating up like crazy.  Bent
almost at the waist, she leans one hand on the railing as her other hand
moves towards her pussy like it's on autopilot.

   The sight Tim sees when he opens the bedroom door is his wife's ass
rocking back and forth as she rubs her pussy while looking over the
railing. Just like Paul, Tim has on a white terrycloth robe.  It must be a
guy thing.  He walks to the railing and glances over in time to see Rhonda
mounting her husband's fully erect cock.

   "Peeping Tom," Tim whispers as he runs his hand down his wife's back and
caresses her smooth ass cheeks.  Sharon is startled but doesn't stop
rubbing her pussy.  She just looks at her husband and raises her eyebrows.

   "Want some help?" Tim asks, pulling the tie on his bathrobe and
positioning himself behind his wife's ass.

   "Mmmmmm," she nods.  Tim aligns his hard cock with Sharon's juicy pussy
just as she pulls her fingers away.  At first he gently glides it in and
sighs at the hot gelatin feel of her aroused pussy but in no time he's
hammering into her with enough force to make her moan a little too loudly.

   "What the fuck?" Rhonda stops moving and looks up into her
sister-in-law's face.  "Are you spying on us?" she asks before she notices
that Sharon is rapidly rocking against the railing.  "Is Tim with you?" she
smiles.

   "Guilty," Tim responds, leaning on his wife's back and looking down over
her shoulder.

   "Get your asses down here!" Rhonda says.

   "We're not decent," Sharon laughs, the blush rising up her neck and
enveloping her cheeks.

   "Exactly!" Rhonda says, "If you're watching us, then we're watching
you." Sharon doesn't have an appropriate reply so she just nods.  Tim pulls
out of her dripping pussy and Sharon leads him downstairs with her hand
wrapped around his pussy-soaked cock.

   "God have mercy," Paul says when he sees his sister and her husband
walking down the stairs.  Rhonda starts rocking again on his cock as Paul
stares at his sister's naked body.

   "Rather erotic, isn't it?" Rhonda whispers to her husband as his eyes
take in Sharon's taut nipples and glistening pussy lips.  Sharon pushes Tim
down on the other end of the couch and mounts him in much the same way that
Rhonda is straddling Paul.  The two couples start moving in unison as if
their fucking were some kind of synchronized dance routine.  They stare
unashamedly at each other's undulating bodies as the orgy-like atmosphere
takes their arousal to new heights.

   Never in his wildest dreams did Tim imagine they all would end up like
this.  He couldn't have envisioned a scenario where they would even be
naked in the same room together.  But as Sharon rides his stiff cock, and
he watches Paul suck on Rhonda's bouncing tits, he starts fantasizing about
having Rhonda and Sharon in bed together.

   When moans and gasps signify the telltale signs of impending orgasms,
Rhonda reaches her left hand out towards Sharon.  After a momentary
hesitation, Sharon grasps Rhonda's hand just before their collective
orgasms send them into fits of frenzy.  As Paul and Tim shoot their cum
into their respective wife's pussies, the two women finish out their
pleasure rides with their palms clasped together in an unspoken display of
unselfish solidarity and sharing.

   They stay like that for several minutes, holding hands and gasping for
breath until Ronda gives Sharon's hand a quick squeeze and releases it. 
Rolling off of Paul's cock, she collapses on the couch next to him, on the
opposite side of Sharon and Tim.  Sharon mirrors her movement, sitting on
the couch between her husband and her brother.

   "I feel like Adam who has suddenly discovered his nakedness." Paul says,
embarrassed by the blatant exposure of their sweat-soaked bodies.  He is
particularly uncomfortable displaying his own spent cock to the group.

   "Except Adam only had one woman," Rhonda teases as she leans up to kiss
his cheek.

   "That's right," Sharon says, leaning over to kiss his other cheek.  "And
you have two." Paul's face turns bright red and his cock stirs noticeably
from the naked contact with his wife on one side and his sister on the
other.

   "Mmmm.  You like this, don't you?" Sharon says, her hand automatically
moving to his growing erection.  When her fingers encircle Paul's damp
cock, Rhonda smiles and slips her tongue to his mouth.  Sharon finds this
all very erotic and desperately wants to suck her brother's hard cock while
Rhonda kisses him.  She glances at her husband to make sure he's okay with
this and notices his cock responding to the visual stimulus.

   "Are you feeling left out?" she asks, reaching her other hand towards
Tim's crotch.  Ohmygod!  Sharon's brain shouts, this is my dream!  With her
husband's cock in one hand and her brother's in the other, Sharon's dream
morphs into reality and she lovingly strokes them both.  Obviously her
husband is finding this whole sharing thing very arousing and she accepts
his implied consent and releases his cock to shift her body sideways on the
couch.  Getting up on all fours, she lowers her face to her brother's hard
cock, leaving her ass waving in the air towards her husband.  He caresses
her smooth ass cheeks and contemplates eating her cum-filled pussy.

   Paul is helplessly aroused and wonders to what level of debauchery
they'll all fall, when he feel his sister's mouth close around his
cockhead. Oh God!  Kissing his wife while his sister is...  Oh God!  They
are all doomed, he thinks as his hips respond and he thrusts his cock
farther into his sister's mouth.

   Hearing her husbands gasp, Rhonda breaks the kiss and is dumbstruck by
her sister-in-laws boldness.  She looks to Tim for reassurance and sees him
playing with his wife's ass.

   "Fuck her," she mouths to Tim when he looks up.  "Fuck her ass," she
mouths.  Tim raises his eyebrows then pulls his legs up to kneel on the
couch behind his wife.  Aligning his cock with her soggy pussy, he grasps
her hips as he glides it in.

   "Mmmpppphhhh!" Sharon moans around Paul's cock as she bobs her head up
and down.  With her husband pumping into her pussy, she attacks her
brother's cock with renewed vigor, dancing circles around it with her
tongue.  Paul moans and pulls Rhonda's lips back to his, frantically
shoving his tongue into her mouth.  Rhonda wants more than a kiss and feels
like this may be her best opportunity to get him to eat her, while he's out
of control with passion.

   "I need your tongue elsewhere," she purrs as she pulls her head back and
stands up on the couch.  Slipping her left leg over her husband's torso,
between Sharon and the back of the couch, she positions her wet pussy in
front of his face and presses against his lips.

   "Your tongue, Paul.  I need your tongue," she whispers.  The aroma is
overwhelming and Paul responds like a junkie getting a fix, pushing his
tongue into his wife's saturated pussy as he continues to thrust his cock
into his sister's talented mouth.

   Sharon is breathing through her nose, but it isn't enough.  She gasps
for air around her brother's thick cock but that doesn't do it either.  Her
husband has already ignited several mini orgasms in her enflamed pussy and
she needs more air.  Continuing to corkscrew her hand up and down her
brother's shaft, she pulls her head up and bumps her face against Rhonda's
ass cheek.  What the???

   At first she's perplexed as to why Rhonda's ass would be there instead
of her brother's face, but it quickly dawns on her what they're doing. 
Ohmygod.  Glancing over her shoulder at Tim, the interconnectivity of the
four of them becomes apparent.  Holy shit!  She'd seen this on videos and
thought it was totally fake.  She had been certain that real people never
did anything like this.  Guess that was wrong.

   Another quick orgasm explodes in her pussy and she lowers her mouth back
to her brother's cock.  Feeling his wife is sufficiently aroused; Tim licks
his finger and starts toying with her puckered asshole.  His fingers return
to his mouth several times until he has enough saliva around Sharon's ass
to lubricate his finger's entry.  Pushing the tip of his middle finger into
her crinkled opening, he twists and turns, corkscrewing it back and forth
while he continues to fuck her pussy.

   Sharon gasps when her husband starts playing with her asshole but it
sends pleasure signals through her pussy and she unconsciously relaxes
while she spreads her legs a little farther apart.  Sucking on her
brother's cock, she has a momentary flash of two cocks vying for time in
her ass and pussy and she rocks back against Tim's finger when he starts
pushing it in.  Is this what it would feel like to be fucked by two men,
she wonders.

   To say that his wife's reaction surprises him would be an understatement
but Tim is not one to question his good fortune.  While she's in the mood,
he pulls out from both holes and quickly aligns his cock with her
saliva-coated asshole.  Pressing his juicily lubricated cockhead into the
opening, he tightens his grip on her hips and shoves his cock deep into her
ass.

   AgggggghhhhHHH!" Sharon cries just as her brother's cum explodes into
her mouth.  Her ass takes a backseat as she frantically starts swallowing
her brother's cum, sucking out every drop as he jerkily shoots several more
loads before settling back down on the couch.  Sharon lets his spent cock
plop from her mouth and braces herself against her husband's onslaught.

   By this time her ass has loosened up sufficiently to be an almost
pleasurable experience but Sharon misses the stimulation in her pussy.  She
again envisions two cocks alternating their pounding into both openings and
imagines her brother in her pussy with her husband in her ass.  She sighs,
but without the other cock, she reaches between her legs to provide her own
stimulation.

   Once he's cum, Paul's brain seems to reengage and focuses on the
deployment of his tongue.  What is he doing?  He starts to pull his head
back, but Rhonda has other ideas.

   "Don't stop, honey!" Rhonda pleads, smashing his face more tightly
against her fiery pussy and holding it with her hands.  "I'm almost there."
Ronda is rocking her pussy against her husband's face trying to get his
tongue to make more contact with her clit.  Paul pushes his tongue deeply
into his wife's pussy, thinking that's what she wants.

   Rhonda rides his tongue but it's not enough.  She shoves her hand down
between them scratching his upper lip with her long nails as she rubs her
clit towards a powerful orgasm.  As she bucks her hips, her ass cheeks
smack Sharon in the face and Sharon playfully bites Rhonda's ass, sending
her over the top.

   Quite shocked that her playful bite sent Rhonda into convulsions, Sharon
returns to her own pleasure and fingers herself to a very satisfying
release just as Tim starts shooting cum into her ass.

   When all four of them have disentangled their limbs and are catching
their breath, Tim starts to laugh.

   "Well, I guess we don't really need to have our discussion about what
happens when we get home, do we?" he asks, looking at the naked bodies
sprawled across the couch.  Both women laugh with him but all Paul can
manage is a self-conscious smile.

   "We still need some kind of arrangement or schedule," Rhonda says.  "I
travel quite often and I don't want to miss out."

   "When you're out of town, do I get Paul and Tim all to myself?" Sharon
teases, but her heart is pounding in her chest as she imagines the scene
playing out.

   "You liked having both of them, huh?" Rhonda asks.  "I could get used to
the four of us together, too," she smiles thinking about the pleasurable
bite on her ass.

   "I wouldn't mind being the recipient of the kind attention the two of
you were giving Paul," Tim smiles, looking at Paul for acknowledgement of
the pleasure.  He just smiles sheepishly at the thought.

   "I'm all for a schedule, but I know you like a little spontaneity too,
Rhonda," Tim says, stretching as he gets up from the couch.

   "I'm sure we can work something out," Sharon smiles as she stands up to
join her husband.  "But right now, we need a shower." Taking his hand, she
leads Tim up the stairs as Paul watches the dimpling of her ass cheeks with
each step she ascends.

   "We have a couple of hours before we have to check out," Rhonda says
playfully to her husband.

   "Shall we join them in the shower?" he asks, surprising his wife.

   "Why not just all get naked in the hot tub?" she teases but then jumps
up from the couch and reaches her hand out to him before he can respond. 
Paul takes his wife's hand and they run upstairs to surprise Tim and
Sharon. Rhonda's breasts bounce provocatively as they hurry up the steps
and Paul wraps her in a tight embrace her at the top of the steps,
squeezing her firm breasts against his chest.

   "It's been quite a week," he says.

   "That's an understatement," she smiles, kissing him before they walk
toward Tim and Sharon's bedroom.


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