My wife's best friend moved to San Francisco a few years ago and met some guy. They have been dating for a while and they recently came to visit for a weekend.
Both my wife and I are 24 and my wife's best friend Laura is 23 and her boyfriend is 22.
They came to our house the Friday night after they arrived. We were all sitting around in the living room talking by the fire and drinking wine when the topic of sex came up.
We quickly learned that for some strange reason Laura's boyfriend wasn't ready to have sex with her and that the situation frustrated Laura. She mentioned that she was forced to satisfy herself whenever she got "in the mood."
Having a sexual relationship with family members can get started in just about any variety of situations, some because one or more member has the definite hots for the other, and some because of circumstances that arise almost out of nowhere. Mine arose simply because of my sister, and what she did with her birthday present.
Darla got a small, hand-held video camera for her birthday. It was pretty neat, and she went around videotaping everyone in the house. I didn't know that she had videotaped herself, too, and what she was doing while she taped herself.
This is a story that happened about four or five years ago. My life has changed since the time of this story, but it came up in conversation with some friends and they insisted that I write it down. While I have to change one or two of the details so that I don't get caught, the story is essentially true. The woman in question is a real person is hard as that might be to believe.
I was at kind of a low point socially. I had been through an emotionally and finically devastating divorce, and was having trouble getting going again with the opposite sex. My ex-wife, Robin was a beautiful, fiery redhead that I had been totally in love with. Robin had wonderful freckles, a great body with large breasts, and a bright red pussy. I was convinced that she was my sole mate until the day she ran off with my best friend, and most of my possessions. It had been a year, and I was ready to move on.
My girlfriend always seemed to enjoy seeing just how much she could getaway with doing some form of our bondage in public. She does this partly because she finds it fun, mostly because she knows it drives me out of my tree. Usually, I'm able to fast talk my way out of potentially embarrassing situations with Mundanes, but yesterday she very nearly got me fired.
Yesterday afternoon we had lunch together. Afterward, she accompanied me back to my place of work. I thought this slightly unusual, since she had never before expressed an interest in my work (electronic engineering,) but it didn't occur to me that she had something planned.
Karen. My cousin. Sweet flesh of my flesh. She has entered my dreams so often, I smell her in the soft folds of her slips and the humid little panties I snatch from her laundry. She is beautiful in a way that defies my understanding. Desirable and magnetic beyond my will to resist her. Tiny and bright like a bird.
I've watched her, through half closed eyes, move naked through a morning bedroom. A little boy with an itchy bone struggling against a starched cotton sheet. I've watched as she dressed in the grey, dim, morning light. The entire spectacle. Her lush, heart-shaped ass packed into a tight white panties. Dark nylons slipped over a pointed toe and soothed up a slim calf. Flesh peeking from lace. The dark of her nipples huge in a straining bra.
Jim. I've found it hard to believe some of the stories I have read on the net about the sexual adventures of some people. But now that something terrifically exciting has happened to me, maybe I'll be less of a doubting Thomas. I promise you that the following story is true in every respect. I have changed some of the names but other than that I swear it's all true.
My wife, Cindy, and I have been married for about five years now and I have no complaints of her in the sex department. She is always willing and eager to get into bed with me and so I thought she was also perfectly content with our sex life. Recently I found out that wasn't necessarily true. I guess this is where my story really begins.
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