Roofie Coladas Ch. 04

by Cagonzon

story tags: sisterinlaw, taboo, incest, sister, wife'ssister,
domination

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Roofie Coladas Ch. 04 by  Cagonzon ©

There are things that take your breath away when you experience them.
The crescendo of a moving orchestra piece. A memorable performance in a
movie. Your child's birth. Those are all great, incredible moments.

At this particular time and place, though, the warm lips and tongue
that were wrapped around my cock blew any of those away.

I'd been dozing in the early morning (the perks of being a full time
writer) faintly registering hearing my wife get up and start the
shower. I stretched without opening my eyes, being familiar with her
morning routine, which would take her across multiple parts of the
body, tweezing eyebrows, popping (mostly imaginary) pimples on her face
and shaving her legs and other interesting areas, and I knew that she
would spend the next hour or so in the bathroom. I stretched out a bit
in our king sized bed, unabashedly enjoying the space and promptly fell
back asleep.

I don't know how much time I dozed but I don't think it was very long.
I felt rustling under the covers and a hand that began to snake up my
naked leg.

Ah yes, I sleep naked often. Not always, but during the summer, it's
kind of nice. Feel the breeze on my balls, if you will. We usually
sleep with an open window so we get a nice draft.

Last night my wife had been exhausted from a PTA meeting that I had
managed to get out of by pretending I didn't remember and had to work,
and had gone straight to bed. I had climbed in naked after her just in
case she was up for some sexy times, which she usually is, but by the
time I had taken a quick shower and gotten under the sheets she was
snoring softly.

Nonplussed, I slept naked anyway. There have been enough times when she
gets up in the middle of the night, or we rub against each other that
leads to ad-hoc fornication and I'm always up for delving into her
pussy.

Alas, I'd slept through the night, but the saliva-coated attention my
dick was getting now made me think that perhaps she'd been up for a
morning quickie before shower and work. It was sometimes weird, because
her face would be all puffy from messing with it and dabbing creams
here and there, but I actually pretended that she was my captive those
times, and I'd had to "rough her up" so she behaved. It really didn't
matter much to me, she was so beautiful I'd fuck her anyway I could.

Back to the matter at hand though, I smiled and stretched again,
careful not to get too relaxed (lest a morning fart escape, which is
totally not cool) as I felt her begin to bob her head up and down
beneath the sheets, feeling the exquisite pressure and warm wetness of
her mouth on my shaft. Of course, being early morning my boner was
raring to go and I heard muffled choking sounds that matched my penis'
tonsillar excursions near the back of her throat.

I kept enjoying the moment, glorying in how she was jerking me off into
her mouth. I was going to cum pretty soon, I was sure. She'd gotten so
good at sucking dick. Amazing that just a few years earlier she'd been
so reluctant.

Opening my eyes a tad I noticed two things, both of them doors,
particularly their positions.

Our bedroom door was slightly ajar, which was weird. We had taken to
locking it at night a while back. The other was the bathroom door,
which was closed. Usually it's the other way around.

The shower was still running, which was normal, given that the noise
usually was enough to mask the sex sounds in the quiet hours of the
morning, but my wife usually left the bathroom door open when she
jumped my dick. The bedroom door being open also really didn't square
with me.

What...?

I was a little distracted, of course, not thinking things very clearly,
given the pleasure that was being sucked out of me, and I sure as hell
wasn't going to stop the blowjob, but I reached down beneath the covers
to grab my wife's hair.

I grabber a silky mass that was entirely too short to belong to my
wife.

Even though I was engorged and being expertly blown, I immediately
tensed up. My hand tightening on Sarah's hair and sitting up, pushing
the blankets off her, revealing my sister in law in a skimpy white
cotton nightie kneeling on my bed, streams of saliva dripping from her
lips and hand as I unceremoniously pulled her face off my dick. She was
looking at me with a devilish expression and even through my panic, the
sight of her, her bare legs and drool strands extending from my
glistening prick to her mouth and chin were intoxicating.

"What are you doing?" I whispered furiously. Well, half-heartedly.

Ok, there was a catch in my throat.

Sarah just smiled, not minding that I was pulling on her hair and
cooed.

"Oh come on, baby. We don't get enough playtime as it is." She grasped
my hand with both of hers and I let go of her hair. She brought up my
fingers up to her mouth and slid my ring finger between her lips. She
swirled her tongue around it. My dick jerked with pleasure at the sight
and feeling, probably cursing me in dick-language: "That could be ME
you piece of shit!"

Sarah slipped my finger out her mouth and grabbed my dick again,
started to stroke it.

"He wants me, doesn't he? Come on, babe, I know you guys didn't fuck
last night..." She made a pouty face. "It's really mean of you to not
make time for me... hurry, before she comes out... "

Holy fuck. Ok. Maybe I should explain.

Sorry for the half mast, so to speak. But I figure you need some more
background info on the situation. It's been about a month since we last
spoke and things have... changed... to say the least.

Let's go back three weeks more or less...

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I tried to avoid Sarah for the rest of the day.

I had to wrap my head around what had happened. I was in complete and
utter shock.

A spur of the moment act, taking advantage of her drunkenness to rape
her again, and a rushed ad-hoc cleanup plan had worked, for the most
part. I say rape, but those who read my previous account are my
witnesses, it was half-rape at best. The only part that was anything
close to rape was the fact that she was unconscious, which is not cool,
I know, but this is the 4th chapter fucker so you gotta get off on this
shit in some way, eh? Admit it, embrace it. Exorcise those demons
through my experiences.

I went over the details of the night before as I headed out for an
impromptu meeting with my agent. That's what I told my wife and her
sister at least, as I nervously went upstairs, got dressed and headed
as fast as I could out of the house.

I'd been right smack in the middle of planning my follow up roofie
colada date for Sarah when she'd shown up last night drunk off her ass,
rambling and crying about how miserable and horny she was and through
no fault of my own (seriously!) she'd grabbed my dick. Yes, I didn't
stop her. Yes, I let her suck my dick and give me one of the most
astounding sexual experiences in my life, but as far as she knew that
was where it had stopped.

I'd carried her to her room, and left here there. That's what she said
she remembered. That's how I was framed right now: The good, stand-up
guy who'd been too weak to resist his sister in law's seduction, but
who had stopped short of fucking her.

Of course, I HAD fucked her.

She'd been begging me for it, and I don't mean in a rapey "she was
asking for it" kind of way, she literally said that she wanted to fuck
me ever since I started writing smut. When I dropped her on her bed
she'd taken off her panties by herself (for the most part) and pointed
her succulent ass my way. A clearer invitation couldn't be had.

That I'd fucked her and cum inside her again, then slipped her drugged
dildo (roofie dildada?) and kept fucking her once she was unconscious,
well... does that count as rape? Probably. Let's not get into
pretending that I'm on any sort of moral high ground here, semantics
are for assholes. I raped her again, plain and simple.

I'd done my best with what I had to clean up, and on the surface it
looked like I'd gotten away with it again, except... Sarah remembered
everything except us fucking. She remembered grabbing my dick. She
remembered sucking me off, and she remembered me spewing my load in her
mouth.

She'd said as much when I saw her the next morning, but... she'd waited
until we were alone, which gave me hope that maybe she wasn't going to
fuck my life up completely by telling her sister. Also that and the
fact that she'd been clearly turned on when I held her, consoling her,
this morning. And that fucking smile she gave me.

Holy shit, was this real?

Now, let's be straight here. This scenario sounds like the perfect get
up, but I honestly don't know if I have the balls for it. I mean, yeah,
could I be living with two sisters and fuck them both? Without one
knowing? The one I was married to? Could the other sister, the one I
cheated with, really be satisfied with being a fuck buddy?

All I knew about Sarah, or that I thought I knew, was being challenged.
Never in a million years would I have bet that I'd find myself in this
situation.

I drove aimlessly for hours. I stopped at a bar around noon and had a
greasy burger and fries with a straight up scotch. My wife left me a
message, asking if I would take the kids to the water park later, she
wanted to go the spa with Amber and Sarah. I thought it was the perfect
opportunity to keep avoiding Sarah while my thoughts settled. I told
her I'd be back in about an hour and to have them ready.

Eventually I headed back home and honked the horn. I didn't go get a
bathing suit or anything because I wasn't really in the mood for water
fun and games. I figured that watching Kaylee while my kids roamed
their favorite hangout would be distraction enough to let me clear my
head.

It all went to shit, of course, when Sarah came out with the kids and
got into the front seat next to me.

I was struck silent.

I swear that I saw her exit the house in slow motion, a breezy light
blue sundress around her tight, small frame, flip-flops and a wide
brimmed hat that she took off as she got in the car. Her hair was blown
into my face by the breeze and I got a whiff of some of the floral
essences I had poured on her unconscious body the night before to make
it look like she'd been drunk and slipped in the shower.

She was wearing large sunglasses that hid her eyes, but she was smiling
coyly.

"Didn't feel much like going to the spa today. Thought some sun might
do me some good."

I was still struck dumb. I didn't know what to say. My mind was
throwing up errors again, skipping the needle, rough terrain,
turbulence ahead. I only managed to nod stupidly.

When the kids were finished piling into the back and my son had gotten
Kaylee (my daughter with Sarah, who was publicly my niece) into her car
seat, I went to back up out of the driveway and since my mind was numb,
and on automatic pilot, I turned around to reverse and placed my hand
on the passenger side seat. Sarah was staring straight ahead, but she
dropped down in the seat so that the back of her head trapped my hand
against the seat.

I froze again.

Sarah turned to me. "What's the hold-up, daddy-o?"

I don't know what the fuck was happening. I'm halfway aroused by the
glimpse of cleavage I see through the sundress, her lips that are
curved into a lazy smile but I'm halfway to shitting my pants as well.

Could she really be ok with this?

I drove on automatic pilot all the way to the water park. My mind
churning. Sarah put on some music, thankfully, leaning forward and
freeing my hand so I didn't drive around like I was a kid with my
girlfriend for thirty minutes. The kids were raucous in the back and
Kaylee cried over something at some point but I didn't even register
them.

Maybe I was overthinking this.

Since Sarah only thought that I'd let her suck my dick, and that then
she'd gone to bed and masturbated with that monster dildo of hers,
maybe she thought it wasn't so bad. Sure, it was absolutely cheating on
her sister, but the way she'd phrased it that morning had been all
about "comforting" her. I'd "been there" for her when she was at her
lowest.

Maybe this could really be this onetime thing that happened, and would
remain a secret. Maybe by having that secret moment of sexual tension
released, it satisfied her loneliness and we could move on as if
nothing had happened.

I couldn't help but feel a little sad about that, I must admit.

But I forced myself towards that solution. It had to be this way.
Fantasy scenarios where I could start having a relationship with Sarah
on the side and still keep my marriage intact belong in erotic porn
story sites, not real life.

Still, I'd be lying if I didn't admit that there was a part of me,
devious and insidious, that wished for that desperately.

Could you imagine? Fucking Sarah consciously? (Her, I mean) Having this
incredibly naughty and taboo secret between us? Sneaking around and
fucking at night? Maybe... maybe... maybe... stop it!

I mentally kicked myself. I was NOT going to get myself all worked up
over the faintest of possibilities. Sarah was great, yes. I wanted to
fuck her, but in the end I love my wife. I know it sounds weird, but if
there's one truth that was at my core, and I knew to be inviolable is
that I would never, ever want to live without my wife. Sarah was an
infatuation, pure lust, and I cared for her, but I sure as hell didn't
feel about her like I did about her sister.

I resolved that if push came to shove, I would have to tell Sarah that
it was a onetime thing and it couldn't happen again. Just thinking
about it made me queasy, though, so I was glad when we arrived at the
water park.

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Waterville was a big hit in the 80's. Heated wave pool, a dozen slides
and a lazy river, but it had fallen on hard times in the late 90's and
early 00's and had actually been closed for part of a decade. Some big
investor had shown up about two years back, having bought the land
around it and turned it into a swanky country club, and purchased the
park and repurposed it, updated some of the slides, and given it a
higher end feel. As part of the renovation, it had of course been
closed off to the public. The plebes could no longer attend because it
was tied to your membership at the country club.

I didn't play golf for shit, but I had 2.5 kids who loved the water
(despite having a pool at our house), and being a semi-famous writer I
had the dough to get a membership to the place.

It was funny as hell, though, because it felt a bit like Caddyshack.
Most people around town knew what I did for a living, and their waspy,
up-turned noses weren't too happy that a "smut peddler" (I've been
called worse) was a member. Fuck them up the ass with a nine iron,
really.

The joy of it was that since I didn't give a fuck that nobody wanted to
socialize with me, whenever we went to the water park most families
would shy away and eventually leave. You would be concerned for my
children, being the offspring of a local pariah, but they actually
looked forward to having the waterpark mostly to themselves.

My kids rock. Aside from both having inherited their mother's good
looks, my son had my build and was getting to be as tall as me, I hope
he got taller, actually, I'm about average height. I heard he was
already a hit with the ladies, and he wasn't even fifteen yet. My
daughter (the official one) was on her way to being a stunner, and I'm
pretty sure I'd have to start polishing my guns (figuratively) pretty
soon. Any boys who came knocking would have to be pretty special to
pass muster, yessiree.

Kaylee, my niece was a bundle of joy and awesomeness 90% of the time,
and I pretty much acted like her father anyway (which I was!), so the
idea of looking after her for several hours by myself in the park
hadn't been scary or annoying at all.

Having her mother along, my dear first victim and now drunken sucker of
dick, was another thing.

It was already apparently a slow day, only a couple of families seemed
to be in the small park, but as soon as we got in and set up by the
pool (it was no longer a wave pool, but still very large and cool) I
saw one couple usher their whining kids off to the opposite side,
casting dark looks my way.

Looks like we had the run of the place, it seemed. Normally that
would've been awesome, but that meant that I would have no distractions
from Sarah.

She was a vision. A god. Damned. Vision.

My kids just stripped to bathing suits and headed for the remaining
three slides immediately. Sarah and I were left to our own devices by
the huge pool, me carrying Kaylee sort of like a shield between us. Our
daughter.

Sarah seemed to be ignoring me for the moment. She kicked off her
flip-flops and bent down to grab the hem of her dress, pulling it over
her head, her back to me, so I got a delicious view of her ass as she
disrobed. She was wearing a two piece, which I didn't know she'd
started wearing again. She'd been sort of self-conscious about her body
after the pregnancy, but like my wife, she'd put in the work and
dedication and it had paid off in dividends.

She was fucking stunning. I had of course admired her the previous
night but I hadn't really appreciated how fit she'd gotten, I was too
busy fucking her unconscious body and afterwards cleaning up.

Her legs had always been amazing, but any hint of extra weight about
her hips had been lunged and crunched away. Her ass was firm and round
as she bent over to fold the dress and put it into her bag. Her belly
was taut and firm, and only the barest hint of stretch marks showed. I
was sure that I saw the outlines of a six-pack as she twisted. Her
breasts had been small, yet perfect for her body, like my wife's (they
both had small frames) but apparently they hadn't gone back to their
original size. She looked to be about 2 full cup sizes larger than
she'd been before I knocked her up.

Her bathing suit top was doing some interesting work holding them up,
in fact. They were no longer the firm perky mounds that they'd been,
but they still looked great. Good enough to eat. Or suck on. They
weren't Amber's Jugs, but they were very, very nice. Especially when
combined with the entire package. She was, as I've said before, lust
incarnate.

Turning towards me, she held out her arms for Kaylee and I realized I'd
been staring at her rack for about five seconds too long. I turned my
eyes away and passed her over before realizing that without her I
didn't really have anything to do.

"Why don't you go change?" Sarah asked. She sat down on the long chair,
dealing with Kaylee's fussing as she changed her and left her in the
cutest little one piece.

"I ... uh... didn't bring a suit, actually." I shrugged.

Sarah "tsk-ed" and pointed to her bag.

"I brought you one, silly."

Of course you did. Thanks for fucking with my brain, woman!

I mumbled a thank you as I dug around for the suit and headed to the
changing rooms. Once inside I changed slowly. Drawing it out as much as
possible without being ridiculous about it.

What was she doing here? Did she just want to talk? What was she going
to say?

There was no sense in dragging it out, though. So I headed back out to
the pool. At least it was a nice day outside, the long summer days
meant that we'd have light until well past seven, and the kids wouldn't
get tired until then. I figured I'd try to enjoy myself, if I could.

I sat down in the long chair next to Sarah and made "come here" arms at
Kaylee. She giggled and threw herself in my direction. Sarah giggled as
well.

As she passed her over to me she casually spoke "So how could you pass
up fucking me last night?"

I almost dropped Kaylee.

I didn't, don't worry.

Roofie Coladas Ch. 04

by Cagonzon (UID 1483294)

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My tongue just sprouted legs and ran away from me.

"I mean, I get it if you were tired," Sarah went on nonchalantly, "you
know, from cumming in my mouth."

Oh what the fuck was she doing to me?

Immediately a tent began to form in my pants. Which is bad enough in
public, but worse if I'm shirtless and holding a toddler. I sat up and
tried to hide my growing erection as much as I could.

"But I hear you guys fucking all the time. I figured your stamina would
be up to it..." She was teasing me, I saw. She was saying these
incredibly inappropriate things in public but she was keeping her voice
down.

"Sarah... I ..."

What? What did I want to say to her?

She reached over to push a strand of hair behind our daughter's ear,
but then rested her fingers on my wrist gently.

"It's ok. I know it's weird."

Weird didn't even begin to cover it.

"Just tell me one thing." her tone became more serious.

Oh shit, here it comes.

"Can you keep this secret?"

Fireworks.

Nuclear bombs.

Supernovas.

None of those compared to the way my mind was blown.

"Yes." I didn't know what else to say. Did she mean this one time
secret? Or this ongoing fuck buddy secret? I had to get some answers.

"This can't happen again, Sarah."

She lowered her sunglasses and stared at me through those devastating
eyes. I couldn't quite read her expression.

"Why not?"

Oh fuck.

"What are you saying?"

Yes, I gave up. I'm that stupid and I need it spelled out. I can't
afford to be assuming anything here. I needed her to say it straight.
Set the terms and conditions of how I go about not fucking my life up.

Sarah sighed and sat up, leaning close. She was still peering at me
over her sunglasses, and she came close enough for me to feel her
breath on my face.

"I'm saying that I want to do it again."

GULP.

"I'm saying that I want you to fuck me."

My jaw was surely scraping the floor.

"I'm saying that... I trust you. And I'm horny. And I'm lonely. And why
are you saying no to this?"

"Because I love your sister."

It just came out. Seriously. Before I could think about it. I wasn't
really surprised, you know? I pretty much defined my life around my
wife. The only parts that she didn't own were the deep, dark, dirty
parts that lusted after Sarah and Amber... and those were completely
different parts of me. Maybe I was a skitzo?

The short outburst seemed to shock Sarah. She took off her sunglasses
and stared intently into my eyes.

"And you think I don't?"

Oops. I'd only managed to annoy her, apparently.

"I'm trying very hard to see this for what it could be instead of what
it shouldn't be." Her voice was a little cold. I almost shivered.

"Sarah, I don't know..."

Her gaze softened a bit and she put her hand on my arm. At first it
seemed like calming gesture but when she tightened her fingers around
my bicep it seemed more pleading.

"I'm not asking you to leave her for me. I just..." Tears formed in her
eyes.

Oh god damnit.

"I don't know how I feel about you. I'm not trying to break up your
marriage, honestly, but I want you."

Dreams that come true aren't supposed to feel this fucked up, I
thought.

I was still at a loss for words. I tried several times to speak but my
mind came up blank.

"Don't say anything right now. Just think about it. I want you. I want
to be with you. I'm not going anywhere, I'm not going to tell my
sister. I just..." she sighed and a single tear dropped. Much like the
grinch my heart swelled about 3 sizes.

"I just want a little piece of what she has. She has everything, and
I'm happy for her, but all I have is a failed marriage, a kid who's
growing up without a dad, and I'm unable to connect to anyone
because..." she faltered, throat catching.

Because I fucked up your trust in men, I thought. Granted, Brad had
then gone overboard with the midlife crisis and screwed up the rest,
but I'd caused the first bomb that went off in her life.

I reached over and grabbed her hand. I looked around first, making sure
that nobody was watching. It would probably look weird.

"You're a gorgeous, successful woman." She scrubbed her eyes with her
free hand, but I noticed she wasn't pulling away.

"You have your family, who loves you very much." She nodded, as if in
resignation.

"You have an incredible child, who has a great mom." Another tear fell,
but she kept looking at me.

I squeezed her hand.

"And you have me." Her eyes widened.

I took the plunge. You would've too. Don't fucking lie to me. Humans
live by our fantasies, and when they're so close to our grasps we reach
for them, no matter that it all might end up in tears.

I lowered my voice to a whisper and drew her closer by her hand. The
contact felt electric suddenly, knowing the step I was about to take.

"And I loved cumming in your mouth."

She shuddered and squeezed my hand back. We stared into each other's
eyes for what seemed like minutes but were probably just seconds.

Kaylee started to get fussy so the spell was broken, but there was
nothing else that needed to be said.

I'd just told my sister in law that I was willing to cheat on my wife
with her. Not in so many words, but I felt pretty sure that the message
was received loud and clear. Sarah sat back on her chair and closed her
eyes. Before she let go of my hand she used her index finger to trace
my palm. I don't know how she made that feel sexy, but she did.

Fine. That was settled. My guts were still churning, but I thought that
being on the same wavelength we could start to move forward. And
hopefully avoid any icebergs along the way of this cruise we were about
to start.

For the next hour or so we just sat quietly, Kaylee was a contemplative
child and she was fascinated by the sight of her cousins (brother and
sister, really) splashing into the pool from the slides. She kept
babbling at them and saying nonsensical words, but she was happy.

I tried to lose myself in her joy and held her close, tried to not pay
attention to the bombshell I'd just agreed to copulate with next to me.

I failed.

The afternoon sun wasn't the type that stung, it was quite pleasant.
And there was a slight breeze that helped not make the heat stifling,
but it was still there. Evidenced most completely by the beads of sweat
that formed and ran across Sarah's toned body.

I was captivated by her stomach. She already had a decent tan most of
the year but now her skin was a caramel color that put together with
her dark hair and eyes made her look like an amazon. Albeit a small
one, she's only about an inch or so above five feet. The beads of sweat
ran down her midriff and pooled in her belly button.

The tits I'd somehow NOT sucked on the night before were magnificent in
the sun, glistening with sweat, barely contained in her top which was
too small for them. I could see her nipples through the thin fabric,
and her long hair was stuck to her shoulders and neck. I don't know if
she had her eyes closed, since she'd put the sunglasses back on, but if
she didn't she had to know I'd been visually devouring her body for at
least an hour.

Sarah squirmed in her seat, tightening her tummy and raising herself
off the chair by her heels and elbows, turning over slowly and curving
her back so her delicious ass was up in the air for a second while she
adjusted her top before lying down to tan her back.

There was more squirming. In my shorts.

Again, super awkward, with Kaylee perched on my chest, but that glimpse
of her body bent over took me back to the previous night, where I'd
fucked her deeply and cum inside her before she passed out. My dick
inevitably got harder when I remembered fucking her in the ass again,
after more than two years since I'd raped her and knocked her up.

This was going to be a problem. I twisted on my seat, Kaylee laid down
fitfully against me while I tried to make my boner be less
uncomfortable.

That's when I saw Sarah peeking at me over her sunglasses again. She
was smiling. I smiled back. She stared at my crotch and ran the tip of
her tongue over her upper lip before meeting my eyes again.

My dick was not going to soften anytime soon.

"You're incorrigible..." I whispered to her.

"You're the one who's getting hard for his wife's sister, you perv."
She shot back.

"Can you blame me?"

"I do blame you."

That threw me for a bit. Was she still joking?

Seeing as I stopped the game, she continued.

"I never thought about sucking your cock until I read your books."

She kept saying these filthy things... I twisted on my side, facing her
to hide my stiffness. Kaylee protested weakly but she was dozing a bit
by now.

"And how long a have you been thinking about... that?"

"About your dick in my mouth?"

Damnit woman! I have a child! She knew the distress she was causing me.
She seemed to thrive on it.

"A while, now. Since before Kaylee was born. There was that time when I
walked in on you guys..."

Ah yes. I remembered that time clearly. Sarah had barged into our
bedroom to tell us she was pregnant and had caught the finishing move
of my wife's oral attentions.

"Then I got really, really randy during my second trimester. I'm
surprised you didn't notice."

When-who-in-a-what-for?

"That's about the time I started touching myself when I read your
books."

I had video evidence of that now, but I didn't know it had started so
long ago. Way before I'd wired the house.

"There was so much shit going on during that time for me..."

I remembered it well, having been running like crazy to make sure I
wasn't caught. Keeping her ex-husband Brad at arm's length so they
wouldn't compare notes, secretly feeding the flames of anger and
betrayal with random comments, spending hours tracing all the ways
things could blow up in my face.

"Reading your books was an escape at first, because they're so weird
and different... and so fucking hot..."

She sighed at the end of that, as if remembering good jilling sessions.

"So you're saying I've already made you cum just with my words?" I
managed to sound relatively suave saying that.

She laughed, throatily. Things were heating up, and not because of the
sun.

"Oh yeah... There were times that I thought I was going to jump you
when I was carrying Kaylee..."

I'd had no idea. This put a whole new spin on things, I thought. The
whole secret keeping, cheating aspect of it wasn't something spur of
the moment, as I'd thought.

"In fact... I think she needs changing."

I didn't quite understand what she meant. Sarah sat up and picked
Kaylee up gently from where she was dozing on my chest. She somehow
managed to rub the head of my dick as it tented my shorts, and I froze.

"Could you help me change her?" She was carrying Kaylee in the crook of
her arms, swaying her from side to side, which was the secret move to
get her to fall asleep. Or stay asleep.

"Uh... of course." I stammered.

She headed towards the changing rooms, calling over her shoulder.

"Bring her bag, would you?"

I used the bag as cover for my dick as I followed her towards the
changing rooms. I tried very hard not to look suspicious. I don't know
if I failed or not, because my eyes were glued to Sarah's swaying ass
as she carried our secret daughter into the family restroom.

Ducking into the dark room from the bright sunlight blinded me, and as
the door closed behind me I felt Sarah reach around me and lock it.

While my eyes adjusted, I saw Sarah lay Kaylee down on the changing
table carefully, then start to arrange the diaper bag and towels around
her, corralling her in. She seemed to be out of it for the most part,
sucking her thumb with her eyes closed.

Sarah finished arranging her and turned towards me.

I was still standing by the door, my dick hard and tenting my swimming
trunks. Was she serious? Here? With her child in the room?

Sarah swayed towards me slowly and reached up and wrapped her arms
around my neck, my covered dick pressed against her stomach just above
her belly button. I was stiff in several ways as she drew my head down
and kissed me hungrily.

I couldn't believe this was happening. Was this real life? Was I caught
in someone's perverted fantasy? My sister in law pulled me against her
and drove her tongue into my mouth. I finally reacted and wrapped my
hands about her waist. She was so small in my hands. This was so
strange and different than when I had my way with her unconscious body.

Sarah moaned and breathed against me, her sweat-slick skin rubbing
against my bare chest sent jolts of excitement coursing through me. And
of course, pressed up against her like this, my dick peeked out from
the top of my trunks so that it began to rub against her stomach.

Sarah was a hell of a kisser. Very aggressive. She wrapped her fingers
around my own longish hair and kept my face bolted to hers as we
explored each other's mouths. It was an interesting back and forth for
a while, me pushing my tongue around hers, she pushing back, until she
started sucking on my tongue and my knees began to feel weak.

She was rubbing her body against mine incessantly as well so her tits
were drawing a pattern on my chest, and the underside of the head of my
cock was slick with her sweat and what I guess was my precum because I
was so excited that I was about to burst.

My hands had been traveling across her back up and down, one tangling
in her hair and keeping her pressed to me as much as she pulled me to
her. The other then became glued to her ass, slipping underneath her
bottom to grab at her firm cheek.

We kept kissing and rubbing against each other for a while, and it was
so amazing that I kind of forgot myself and the fact that her body was
supposed to be new to me. The hand that was gripping her ass, slick
with sweat, kind of... slipped a little further and my finger slid into
her pussy. To be fair, she was soaking wet by this point and it
could've been an accident, but I knew that I'd done it because it was
familiar. I just couldn't let her see that.

She gasped and shuddered against me, breaking our kiss and twisting her
fingers in my hair, a bit painfully.

I didn't know if it was too soon, that she felt I'd crossed a line
without asking, or what, but she stared into my eyes with wonder, so I
couldn't be in too much trouble, could I? The last thing I wanted to do
was put her off now.

"You made me cum last night..." I leaned in and whispered. "I supposed
it's only fair that I return the favor..."

Sarah melted. She literally jumped me then, but thankfully being so
petite it was no problem for me to take her weight. She wrapped her
legs around my waist and kissed me again as I let go of her hair and
held on to her ass with both hands. My left hand's ring finger slipped
further into her pussy by the action and she moaned into my mouth.

Now, this also brought her soaking wet crotch into contact with the
head of my penis as it peeked out from its cloth enclosure. She felt
the pressure immediately and jerked in my arms, breaking off the
kissing, gasping again as she shuddered and nestled her head against my
neck.

"Oh god... Oh god... Oh god..." she was whispering..

Holy shit I was turned on. I was just about ready to cum, for sure.

I realized that I had raised the stakes, unwittingly. We'd been making
out and touching, I'd slipped my finger in her pussy and thought about
going down on her to "repay" her for the blowjob the night before, but
when my dick touched that moist little piece of bathing suit, I knew we
were skipping to the next level.

Kaylee was still sleeping but I barely noticed her as I rested Sarah's
ass on the wide sink. We both looked down between us and saw my cock
pushing against the fabric that covered her pussy. She reacted just a
split second before I did, reaching down and pulling her bottom off to
the side, letting the head of my dick rest against her glistening lower
lips. I made small movements up and down against her, stimulating her
clit and she moaned and buried her face against my chest.

I couldn't tear away my gaze from my cock and her pussy. We were right
on the cusp. Even though I'd been inside her multiple times by this
point. This was different.

We were going to fuck, really fuck, for the first time.

She swung her head back and looked at me.

I might've been a gentleman and asked her if she was sure, or if she
needed more time. Fuck the code of chivalry, though. I looked straight
into her eyes as I pushed my shorts down, grabbed her waist, holding
her in place and pushed my dick inside her. I did the same thing I do
to her sister, fucking her while looking into her eyes. It was a big
hit.

I think Sarah came by my second thrust. I know I was cumming by my
third. Again, I didn't ask, didn't even think about it. I just exploded
into her warm, soft, wet, silken pussy. She was mute with pleasure. Her
eyes and face contorting and she could only articulate with low grunts
and her mouth open as I pumped into her. It was incredible. She felt
amazing. I felt her pussy contract around my dick as her climax
continued, and even when I was done coating her insides with my jizz, I
kept fucking her.

Tears were forming in her eyes, but she was smiling. She closed her
eyes and laid her head back, wrapping her arms around my neck again and
sighing as I kept driving my dick into her tight depths.

"ugh.. ugh... uuuuuugh... fuck me.. please.. fuck me.. "

It was pure animal fucking what we were doing. I kept pushing myself
balls deep into her, the sound of my testicles slapping against her
making a symphony of sounds accompanied by our grunting and moaning.

She looked down at our co-joined genitalia and started fingering her
clit. Just like a pornstar does.

Holy fuck. I realized at that very moment that we had reenacted one of
her pornstar lookalike's most famous scenes, or at least one of my
favourites. In that scene, Sarah's doppleganger had been taken roughly
like this in a sauna, after a massage. We were in a family bathroom in
a waterpark, but the rest was close enough.

Sarah spread eagled on the sink as I drove my cock into her over and
over, she playing with her clit so as to cum a second time and my semen
dripping from between her pussy lips with each thrust. It would've made
a nice porno except for the baby sleeping on the changing table.

Kaylee was still out of it, thankfully she seemed to be as deep a
sleeper as her aunt.

Sarah kept fingering her spot, and I had no trouble staying hard even
though I'd cum. We started kissing again, this time even more
forcefully than before. Sarah bit my lip, hard, and I pulled her hair
and made her wince, but she had a wild gleam in her eye. She was
getting off on the rough stuff.

Her second orgasm announced itself seconds before because she faltered
in her rubbing and started bucking her hips on the sink. I timed it
perfectly and hooked the backs of her knees on my arms and lifted her
off the sink, letting gravity help me slide my shaft deeper as she
started to cum.

"ooooooohhh... gooooooood... fuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkk!" She was cumming
harder now than the first time. She was also getting a little louder
with her moaning and whimpering so I kissed her to shut her up. She was
bucking in my arms like a rodeo and her pussy got so tight that I was
afraid she might break my dick with her squirming.

After about a dozen more pumps she began to wind down and clung to me.
She went limp like a rag doll and I had to do a little shuffle with my
feet so I didn't drop her. I pressed her against the wall and carefully
let one leg down and then the other. I was holding on to her waist
still, and pushing against her so my dick was still inside her.

Sarah was mumbling something at this point but she was incoherent. Her
eyes were glazed and she rested her chin on my chest, looking up at me
with adoration. She kept giggling and sighing, and kept trying to catch
her breath. She was like a little fuck toy marionette, pinned against
the wall by my dick.

Roofie Coladas Ch. 04

by Cagonzon (UID 1483294)

https://www.literotica.com/s/roofie-coladas-ch-04

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Finally she pushed me away and I let her down as I slid out of her.
"Oh... wow..." she sighed.

She grabbed my dick, which was still hard, and gazed up at me again.
"I'm not in love with you..." she giggled, "But I might be in love with
your dick..."

Fair enough, I thought as I laughed softly.

"So... was it fair compensation for last night?"

"You bastard..." she swayed against me, "I've never been fucked like
that before..."

That you know of... I thought.

"I've never cum so hard in my life..."

She was acting a little ditsy, playing with my dick... she kept running
her hands over the shaft that was still slick with her cum and mine,
and bopping it on the head.

"Your cock is amazing..."

You know... you can't hear that enough. For not the first time, I was
thankful that Brad had had a smaller dick than I do. Sarah might not
have enjoyed her fling with me if he'd been hung like a horse.

"I wish..." Her breath suddenly caught in her throat. She covered her
eyes with her hands and turned from me, but I held her and kissed the
top of her head.

"It's ok... It's going to be ok." I said, not sure of what I was
promising.

She was crying softly, but I didn't get the feeling that she was upset
with me. I thought it most likely that she had officially "done it"
with someone else, after years since the last time being intimate with
someone. (Again, that she knew of...)

She stopped crying and looked up at me. She smiled a snarky smile and
pinched my nipple.

"Well aren't you one lucky son of a bitch?"

Yes... Yes I am.

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After the visit to the waterpark, everything changed.

I was officially a cheater (yeah, yeah, laugh all you want) and I was
in a sexual relationship with my wife's sister.

I've said it a couple of times, but I'll say it again. Man I love being
a tu-... I mean, Hooooly Shit.

Sarah wanted it all the fucking time. Now I'm not complaining, but I
already had a wife who liked to get fucked regularly. A second pussy is
a fine thing every once in a while but my libido was no longer what it
was fifteen years ago. I was having trouble with exhaustion, also with
worry because after all was said and done, there was the nagging doubt
in my head about how long Sarah could be happy with this new
arrangement.

I'm not saying that I'm some sort of sex god that ruined her for other
men, you know that's not true, this being chapter 04 and all, but she
was constantly on the prowl for me. As soon as we were alone anywhere,
she would grab my dick. She went down on me in the laundry room the day
after the water park, with the rest of the family outside in the
kitchen. Then she snuck me into her room that same night and rode my
dick until practically dawn.

She kept wanting more and more and I gotta be honest, friends... I
wasn't sure if I could keep up with her.

I'd always suspected that she was a hellion in bed, but this was
ridiculous.

We fucked in her shower, also one night. We fucked in the back of the
minivan behind a convenience store after driving my kids to school. She
even thought it would be super funny to suck my dick under my desk
while Amber was in the room, at one point. I initially balked at this,
but there was no way of getting her mind off something when she wanted
it. She was enjoying having sex again and she'd be damned if I wasn't
the one who was going to give it to her.

So there we were, in my home office, me at my big wooden desk, chair
all the way down and sweats around my ankles, looking at the back of
Amber's head as she was typing up some message board replies on some
fan sites. Amber had her headphones on, so the soft sucking and
slurping sounds shouldn't be noticeable, but I still watched her like a
hawk.

I'd had to postpone my audio audition with her indefinitely because
Sarah was proving much more than I could handle. I'd hated the look of
hurt disappointment in her eyes when I told her I'd changed my mind,
maybe in the future. She'd been looking forward to it, I realized, and
checking the tapes that night I'd seen that she'd been reading out loud
while masturbating ever since I mentioned it to her. I had to circle
back to her at some point, but for now...

Sarah was on her knees under my desk. She was sort of bobbing her head
backwards and forwards instead of up and down because otherwise she'd
bump her head on the desk. She was a messy blower, as we all know by
now. She produces a whole lotta spit, I gotta say. Her chin and cheeks
were dribbling with slobber as she jerked me off into her mouth. She
was fingering herself as well, and I was sure she'd already brought
herself to orgasm at least once. I was close to cumming by that point.

Which was precisely when Amber decided to stand and stretch her achy
back.

She was wearing sweats and a tshirt, having been converted to my
religious officiating uniform while writing, and the tshirt was
probably her boyfriend's because it was a couple of sizes too large,
and it caused one of her shoulders to poke out of the collar in a
rather fetching way. She had her hair up in a loose ponytail and her
slender neck was nice to look at.

I've gone over how Amber isn't necessarily gorgeous, she's pretty,
sure, but kind of grocery store cashier pretty, you know? Don't look
too close because the initial dazzle is all there is.

Still, her tits could not be denied. Even with that loose tshirt, her
melons bent and caused all the right ripples in the cotton fabric,
molding itself to her narrow waist as she stretched and did a little
half turn. She was the essence of nubile youth and innocence, although
I knew her to be a closeted freak who got off on smelling her own
juices off her fingers after her jilling. But hey, who am I to judge? I
completely understand the appeal of the smell of pussy.

The point was that Amber was just hot enough to notice, and her tits
pushed her all the way across the line into fuckable, which is why I'd
made her my second roofie colada conquest.

So there I was, about to cum into my sister in law's mouth, and this
twenty year old surrogate daughter of mine, whom I've already been
inside of, starts stretching in front of me. The head I was getting
already had me at 99.99 percent, Amber sent me across the finish line
with a jet pack.

As I poured streams of cum into Sarah's mouth, doing my damnedest not
to shiver and moan with the intense pleasure of it, and keep a straight
face, I reached down and put my hand on the top of Sarah's head. The
signal for her to be still. She was obedient, in her way. She stopped
tugging my dick, but kept running her tongue over the head of my prick,
sending me into post-ejaculation shakes.

Amber turned towards me smiling, the tshirt had lifted above the
waistband of her sweats and I could see her belly underneath the
massive, jutting bazoombas. She sort of did a double take and whatever
she was about to say, she stopped and turned hastily back to her desk.

Well, shit, that was awkward.

Picture it, me with my head barely peeking out from behind my desk,
flushed, probably red-faced and sweaty, with one hand on my computer
and the other down out of sight.

Yeah, I'm pretty sure she thought she caught me jerking off.

It would've been less embarrassing if that hadn't happened to be the
exact moment that Amber pulled her headphones out of the dock on her
laptop, in her haste she'd turned around the wrong way and tangled
herself in the chord. Without the headphones, the sounds of what was
clearly hardcore pornography began to blare out of her speakers.

Amber looked back at me, mortified, a deer frozen in the headlights. We
stared at each other for what seemed to be an interminable moment as
moaning and a woman's voice yelled: "Yes! Fuck me daddy! Fuck your
little whore!" echoed in the office.

Amber's face was beet red. I'm sure mine wasn't much different. She
shut her laptop with enough strength to crack the screen on it, grabbed
it and ran for the door, still all tangled up with her headphone chord.

As soon as the office door closed I heard raucous laughter come from
somewhere around my knees. I pushed myself away from my desk, pretty
certain that Amber wouldn't be coming back any time soon and looked at
my wife's sister.

Sarah was holding her hands to her face trying to muffle the laughter,
but failing miserably. She was a complete mess, her face and neck were
covered in my cum, and at some point she'd taken her top off.

She poked her head out of my desk and saw the door was closed, and got
out and sat on my lap. She was wearing a silky pair of panties and
nothing else.

"Oh wow, daddy, was Amber being naughty or what?"

Yes, Sarah liked to call me by any amount of strangely arousing names.
Daddy was a new one, though, I assume it was in reference to my
assistant's apparent fetish. My dick, of course, twitched in response.
Having her sitting on my lap like that wasn't helping, either.

"Do you think she was touching herself, daddy?"

She started grinding on me, I could barely breathe, let alone talk.

"While I was sucking your cock, daddy? Do you think Amber wants this
dick too? Like I do?"

I could feel the moistness from her juices on my leg. Drops of cum and
saliva were still sliding down her torso, a particularly sticky looking
dollop was clinging to her left nipple as if hanging from a lifeboat.
My dick was definitely on its way to resurrecting.

Unfortunately, she got up off my lap and bent under the desk again to
get her top and robe. Her ass wiggled near my face, skimpy see through
thong parting her cheeks was still shifted to one side from when she'd
been fingering herself. I saw her puckered asshole slightly covered by
the thin strip and thought about putting my tongue in it. I hadn't
broached the subject with her, of course. Unasked for anal being the
reason she broke up with Brad, but since I knew that she did in fact
enjoy it clandestinely I figured it was only a matter of time before I
got regular access to her secret hole.

I'd rubbed my finger over it a couple of times now while we fucked,
testing the waters. She'd immediately tensed up so I'd pretended it was
carelessness. That bridge was still ahead at some point.

She'd snuck in while Amber was in the bathroom 30 minutes earlier
wearing the robe, skimpy top and panties, so she could "service me
while I composed". "Get herself off on the risk" was more accurate, I
thought but I wasn't going to complain.

Wrapping herself with the robe, she used the discarded top to wipe her
face clean of my sticky semen and her spit.

My dick was all the way hard now from hearing her call me daddy, and
her ass had been an invitation I couldn't pass up. I was reasonably
sure that Amber wouldn't come back for the moment, so I could probably
get away with fucking Sarah on my desk doggie style like I wanted, but
I felt I'd taken enough risks for the day.

I pulled up my sweats and grabbed Sarah around the waist, she squealed
and pretended to fight me as I carried her out of the office towards
her bedroom.

"I have a meeting at 3 that I have to get ready for..." She whispered
huskily.

"I only need five minutes, you naughty girl..." I whispered back.

"Oh... daddy..."

I threw her on the bed as I had weeks earlier, but by now she'd learned
to read most of my moods. She was usually very aggressive during sex,
but more and more I found that she was giving in to being overpowered
and dominated by me. She stayed face down and lifted her ass as I
quickly got naked and climbed on top of her. Without bothering to take
off or unfastening her robe, I just pulled it up over her ass and I all
but ripped her panties off while pushing them to the side. I couldn't
wait anymore, and she delighted in it.

I positioned myself in her entrance and didn't even give her time to
get ready.

"Now daddy... be gentleeeooouuuuuuaaaaahhhh!" The last was a breathless
grunt as I pushed myself all the way inside her on the first thrust.

I had fucked her this way twice while I was raping her unconscious
body, but there really was no comparison to fucking her while she was
awake and wanting it. She began twirling her hips rhythmically, timing
it with my thrusts and the pressure on my shaft the head of my cock was
exquisite. I grabbed her by the hair and twisted her face sideways on
the bed. She kept grunting as I used her body for my pleasure, my
little fuck toy.

Just like her sister, she got off on the dirty talk.

"You like being my little fuck doll?" I hissed in her ear.

"Oh... god! Yes... fuck your little whore, daddy... fuck me!"

Every time I thought I couldn't lust after her more, she kept
surprising me. I had only been thrusting inside her for about a minute
but that definitely pushed me over the edge and my balls tightened as I
spewed my semen in hot spurts inside her.

She felt my cum and began gyrating her hips in even wider arcs. "Oh
yeah, daddy, fill me up with your hot cum... give it to
meeeeaaaaaaaaahh!!" Apparently feeling my jizz splashing around inside
her helped her get off again because she pushed her face against her
covers, biting the sheets to muffle her cries. I did feel tightening
spasms around my shaft, so with ego soaring I kept pumping myself into
her for a couple of minutes until I couldn't move.

I felt as if I'd been drained of all my energy. I needed to start
hydrating better if I was going to keep this up. Sarah was really
driving me insane with that pussy.

I came down of my high slowly, and saw that she'd turned to face me
again, peeking over her shoulder at me as I fucked her pussy from on
top. She was drooling and her eyes were unfocused. I'd be lying if said
I didn't feel proud of myself. Nothing more life affirming and
self-worth raising than making a woman cum on your dick.

While I had her there, under my "cockmmand" I thought I'd "poke" around
to see what kind of reaction I got. I started slipping my semi-hard
dick out of her pussy, her soft folds sucking at me as I exited, then
parting gladly as I entered her again slowly. I began running the tip
of my dick across her labia, her juices still making things pretty
slippery and thus giving me the perfect cover as I "accidentally"
slipped up from her pussy over her asshole.

She shuddered, but since I didn't try to push it in, she only gasped. I
could tell she was tensing up, though. I slid inside her pussy again to
distract her and then did it again.

"Your pussy's so wet, baby... you like it when I rub my cock on you?"

"Fuck yes..." she panted.

"I'm not in love with you... but I love your pussy..." It was an
ongoing thing between us when we fucked. Sort of a status update. A
check-in that we were still on the same page.

"I'm not in love you... but I love your cock..." she whispered... Good.
All good.

"I have to say, though..." I whispered as I ran the head of my dick
over her puckered entrance again... "I think I have enough love to
spread around..." This time I did linger over her asshole. Her tight,
firm buttocks, while still slippery, were plump enough that my cockhead
was caught between them right over her backdoor.

She froze underneath me, probably a million thoughts racing across her
mind. She had to be turned on by it, I figured, because she didn't say
anything for a few seconds but her breathing was heavy. Her cheeks had
clenched, but that only served to lock me in place. I leaned in ever so
gently and felt her warm, inverted kiss actually give a little.

"You like that?..." She breathed heavily, but also kind of nervously.

I didn't want to lose any points so I pushed myself away slowly from
her and bit into her shoulder. She grunted and squirmed as I licked my
way across her back, down to her ass and before I could think about it,
I licked it. It tasted of sweat and pussy juice, mostly. Not too bad.

She was gripping the sheets with her hands and shaking. I slid over her
body again and pushed my cock inside her pussy once more, leaning in
and nibbling on her ear.

"I like every bit of you, and I want it all... if you ask for it..."
She was staring at me with a dazzled look in her eyes, so I kissed her
and pumped myself inside her a few times, but my dick was going all the
way flaccid by now, so I slid off and lay next to her tracing my
fingers across her back.

She didn't bring up the subject, and I didn't want to push it. It was
out there now. She knew that I wanted to possess her completely, but it
would be when she asked for it.

We kissed for a bit, and took a shower together. My dick started to
wake up amongst the suds but she swatted it away, laughing.

"I'm serious... haha... I have a meeting with a client. I already
pushed it from this morning when I found out you were by yourself."

"Well, not exactly by myself, if you recall..."

Sarah laughed again. "True... was she really watching porn? There in
the room with you?" She shook her head.

This coming from the woman who was cheating with her sister's husband
and had sucked my dick with Amber in the same room.

"Yeah, I think that she's a little frisky lately, ever since I told her
about recording the audiobooks."

Sarah was thoughtful and looked at me intently. She shut off the shower
and got out, wrapping a towel around herself. While I was still
standing there dripping, she reached over and grabbed my balls.
Tightly. Not enough to hurt, but she definitely had my attention.

"Don't get any ideas, mister. Our fucking aside, you can't cheat on my
sister." She was dead serious about it, too. There was a glint of
hardness in her eyes and I almost gulped.

In the weeks since our official affair started, I'd moved along the
scale of "oh my god when is this going to blow up in my face" to "... I
got this". I looked at her seriously and thought about the fact that
I'd raped her twice, and Amber once without anyone knowing. I was
effectively fucking Sarah on a regular basis and it was going great. So
yeah... I had this.

"Seriously?" I gave her a reproachful look. "Who sucked who's dick
here?" I shrugged, indicating that it was a ridiculous notion.

Sarah had the grace to look away, abashed. As far as she knew, and the
story I'd kept going, she was the succubus here, who had corrupted the
innocent husband and kept making him betray her sister constantly. She
let go of my balls and instead grabbed my dick. It, of course, started
waking up.

"I know..." She bent down and ran her tongue over and around the head
of my cock. "I know you wouldn't do that..." She went on her toes and
kissed me. "She's practically your daughter, anyway... daddy." The
mischievous glint was in her eye again.

"What are you going to do about that, though? What are you going to say
to her?"

I made a calming gesture.

"She's a good kid, it was embarrassing, plus I'm pretty sure she
thought I was jerking off... We'll probably have a laugh about it." I
shot her a look, she grinned. "I'm just going to play it by ear, it'll
be fine... I got this."

That seemed to mollify her, and she went about getting ready for her
meeting. I was left there with a semi-hard dick, realizing she took the
only towel...

"Dang it..."

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When Sarah had gone, I did the usual "Where's everyone" scan. Oh, I
think I hadn't told you about this yet.

So, since I'd started having an active affair with Sarah, during the
phase when I was sure it would all blow up in my face at any moment,
one of the things I'd done was place GPS locators on all the cars. I
figured it could only help, before I took my pants off, to check to
make sure that we wouldn't be interrupted by anyone, particularly since
Sarah seemed to delight in fucking at home, mostly.

Roofie Coladas Ch. 04

by Cagonzon (UID 1483294)

https://www.literotica.com/s/roofie-coladas-ch-04

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So I checked my phone and saw the four blips I expected. Sarah's car
was headed towards the city for her meeting. My wife was also at her
office, and my car and Amber's were at home.

I thought about how to go about talking to her, since I figured I could
use it as an opportunity to continue to lay down some seeds for the
future. I know what I told Sarah, but do you really expect me to stop?
I know... yeah, hubris and all of that, but would YOU stop? I don't
think so.

However it shakes out, I still needed her, whether I managed to fuck
her again or not. She's a damn good assistant and part of our family. I
saw it being half "birds and the bees" kind of talk to a young girl,
half "I'm so sorry, it's going to be ok" to an employee, but like I
told Sarah, I thought playing it by ear should be ok.

I thought a couple of ways that I could insert naughty thoughts into
her head, all the while getting her to be okay with what had happened.
In the end, I do work in a sexual business, after all. I thought all I
had to do was make her realize that properly. Gotta write those stories
to inspire wanking. The porn must flow.

So, armed with two cups of coffee, I went out by the back door and
headed towards the guesthouse/Amber's pad. She was blaring music, I
could hear it all the way outside. Some maudlin shit with a whiny lead
singer. I knocked twice but she didn't come to the door.

I took out my phone to call her, then remembered I had a better way of
scoping out what might be happening inside. I joined my hidden wireless
network and tapped into the live feeds from the cameras I'd wired. I
found Amber in the bedroom, seemingly asleep.

Upon closer inspection I saw that she wasn't sleeping at all. She was
turned away from the camera, facing the wall, but the furious movement
underneath her blankets definitely pointed to a massive jilling
session.

I sat on a swing that hung on a tree by the guesthouse, and saw as she
kept fingering herself underneath her covers. I tapped the audio but
all I got was more of the crappy music. I saw her panting with her eyes
closed as she laid on her back, apparently finished, then as she
brought up her fingers to her nose and smelled her juices.

That's my cue, I thought.

I kept an eye on the phone as I took out my skeleton key and opened the
guesthouse quietly. Amber was still in her bed. I noticed her clothes
were strewn about the floor. She was usually very neat, so this spoke
to me of an urgent need to strip and play with herself.

My penis went. "Hey there..."

I shook my head, I had fucked my wife that morning, and then Sarah had
come back for "lunch"... my dick apparently thought he was still 20. I
sure as hell didn't have the energy for it. And it was a moot point
anyway. This wasn't about sex right now.

Well, I mean, of course it was about sex, but I wasn't expecting any
more pussy any time soon. This was all the laying of groundwork.

I grabbed the coffees and went to stand by the bedroom door. It was
open, but from the angle, Amber couldn't see me. I saw through the
phone that she'd pushed the covers off of herself, and was sitting up
on the bed, looking a little frazzled. Must've been a good fingering
session.

I put the phone away and waited until the song ended, and before a new
one started I knocked once on the bedroom frame and called out, a
second before I turned the corner.

"Hey Amber? I brought you some coffee, I thought maybe we should tal-"
I cut off as I turned the corner and stood outside the bedroom (all
perfectly calculated, of course).

Amber was once more a deer caught in the headlights. This time she'd
been putting on her panties, sitting on the bed. Her big eyes were
saucers in the dimly lit room.

I closed my eyes and backed away. "Oh my... gosh! I'm so sorry sweetie!
The door was open! I'm sooooo sooo sorry!"

I sat on the couch in the living area and held my head in my hands, as
if mortified. After about five minutes, Amber peeked out of her room,
uncertainty and embarrassment on her face. Did I feel bad for
manipulating her? Nah... not gonna lie. I was laughing inside. What a
bastard...

I really am a piece of shit.

Before she could speak I continued as I had been.

"Amber, sweetheart I'm so sorry. I didn't realize you were...
changing." Deliberate pause, to let her know that I knew what she'd
been really doing. "The door was open, and I just wanted to talk about
what happened earlier."

Amber flushed again. She seemed to be very much out of sorts. This is
what's good about innocent girls who come from bad families. I had a
whole bunch of cards to play. The Disappointed Father Figure, The
Embarrased Daddy, The Cool Boss...

"Oh... ok." She said quietly. Amber was, in the end, not very outgoing.
She'd been going steady with some dipshit named matt-mark or something
for more than a year now and was nowhere near comfortable about her
sexuality as someone like, say, a certain hell kitten I'd been fucking
earlier.

I pushed the coffee cup in front of her as she sat down next to me. She
picked it up and stared at it, as if looking to drown in it. I put my
hand on her shoulder softly. She flinched a little, but I pretended I
didn't notice.

"First of all, let's talk about earlier."

She closed her eyes.

"I'm very sorry, sweetheart, but sometimes when I write, well... I have
all of this stuff inside me and I just have to... take care of it, you
know?"

Her eyes flew open as she turned to me. Her mouth had fallen into a
cute "o" or surprise.

Don't you love it when a plan comes together?

I grinned what I knew was a rueful and slightly embarrassed grin and
shook my head. "Yeah... you caught me... I was choking the chicken..."

She closed her mouth and her eyes widened more, if possible. The faint
outlines of a smirk on her face.

"Spanking the monkey..."

She giggled, blushing.

"Polishing the bannister..."

She was laughing now. Still embarrassed, but the tension was flowing
out of her.

"Whipping the willy..."

I laughed with her, now. And I squeezed her shoulder gently.

"I know it's silly to be embarrassed, but you're a bright, beautiful
young woman and even though you're familiar with all of this,
particularly doing what we do, I suppose it was strange to get caught
jerkin' the gherkin'"

Her laughter tapered off, and she seemed to notice my hand on her
shoulder.

"It's just this type of writing, you know? It all comes from urges deep
inside..." I was staring into her eyes.

Step into my parlor... said the spider.

"And... even for me, you know? I think about sex all the time, and even
so, it never really gets old..."

She was moving her eyes from my hand to my face.

"So sometimes I think of something, a scenario, a scene... and it's
really intense, you know?" I took my hand off her shoulder, just as if
it had been nothing, then moved my other hand and placed it on her
knee. Her eyes followed.

"And I start to imagine all the things I write as happening..." I was a
little turned on, I gotta say, but I kept my cool, as if I was just
venting. I could tell she was breathing harder, though.

"And then... You just want to sort of close your eyes and... Make it
happen."

She actually closed her eyes before realizing it and snapping them open
again. A blush was creeping up her neck again.

I took my hand off her knee and stood up quickly. I did it sort of
leaning towards her so she must've thought I was going in, and she got
a bambi look of shock, retreating a bit, then finding herself at eye
level with my crotch, she immediately looked up, meeting my eyes. I'd
seen the glimpse, a half second long, of her eyes on my junk, though.

Looking down on her, I put on a severe, commanding face for a second,
just to set the image in her mind of me looking over her. Her at dick
level. At sucking level. I smiled immediately though, turning and
talking as I walked.

"So yeah, you know? I'm very embarrassed, but all I can say is that I'm
human... can you forgive me?"

She was at a loss for words, apparently. Sometimes the best thing to do
is let the other person finish the conversation for you. I looked at
her with a hopeful glance.

She shook her head as if to clear it and stood up, putting her hands in
the pockets of her sweats. "It's ok, I mean... I ... I just thought
that you heard..." She averted her eyes.

"What, the porn?"

I didn't mention the 'daddy' I'd heard, but I knew she was thinking
about it. Her blush somehow got deeper.

I put my arms around her, she let me, stiffly. "Sweetie you have
nothing to be embarrassed about. We all have fantasies, we work every
day trying to fulfill them for other folks, right?"

I felt her nod against my chest. I patted her head.

"You've no idea of what I was imagining as I was taking care of myself.
We all do it."

She looked up at me. "Really?"

"Yeah, absolutely. There's nothing wrong with it. If something makes us
feel good and it doesn't hurt anyone else, what could possibly be the
problem?"

She smiled a little crooked smile. It was cute. "What were you thinking
about... earlier?" Her voice was hesitant but expectant.

I shook my head, and covered my eyes. "Oh no... I'm too embarrassed. He
He He." Yes that was my fake laugh. It doesn't translate well to
written form, but if you heard it, it sounds real. Honestly.

"Are you forgetting that I proofread your books?" She got a little
backbone. She pushed away from me, but stayed within arm's reach. Her
smile turned into a grin. She was getting into the idea. Embracing the
naughty. "Come on... tell me."

Her eyes were very wide. Her lips were parted and she was breathing
hard through her nose. Friends!... Romans!... I think we've got an
infatuation!...

"Ok, but have to promise that we won't let it be weird, ok?"

She nodded. She was dying to know, now.

"Well..." I turned away as if it was too embarrassing to say to her
face, and walked across to the kitchenette in the guesthouse, I heard
her following me closely.

"It was just this scene where Naa'ira is posing as a secretary at
Vornig headquarters, you know? The Phantom Emergence sequence I
submitted last month."

I heard her come up short. I could pretty much feel the wheels turning
in her head. She must've liked that scene, and I'd picked it because of
certain parallels.

"Well, I imagined that I was Lothrag and I was sitting at my desk, with
Naa'ira coming in to give me some paperwork, and you know... He sees
her every day, she's always right there in front of him. Young and
beautiful, funny and interesting..."

I turned and saw her holding her hand across her breast. She was
clutching her shirt, right about where (in a fictional universe of my
own design) a certain alien pirate had unlatched her robe and let it
fall to the ground, standing in all her naked glory for her target's
attention.

She was definitely familiar with the scene.

Amber realized what she was unconsciously doing and let go of her
shirt. "Yeah... that was a good scene..." She said breathily.

I nodded. "I know! I'm pretty proud of it myself. But then, I don't
know. We were in the office, I was thinking about that, then you were
there..." I shook my hands as if dispelling some notion. "It got all
built up in my head really quickly and before I could rationalize it...
well... there we were..." I used the embarrassed, rueful look again.

"Please don't think I'm a creep, honey."

Amber's mouth had fallen open. She as staring at me again. "You ...
took care of yourself... while thinking of me?"

Oh shit, did I go too fast? Maybe I went too fast. I tried course
overcorrection on the other direction.

"I know, I know, it's weird. It doesn't happen very often, but you
know... things pop into your mind, and scenarios... for crying out loud
I've even thought of Sarah in weird fetishistic things sometimes..." I
made a face, as if it was the most horrible thing ever. He He He.

Feel free to laugh, we're all friends here.

Amber laughed nervously. She held her arms around herself, and kept
looking at me intently.

"It's ok, it's... happened to me too." She whispered it as if someone
might be listening.

Ah. Ok. I think we're good for now. Maybe this was skirting too close
to the sun for comfort. I should retreat and regroup. Carry on another
day.

But I just couldn't help myself...

"You've thought about... us? Like that too?" I asked point blank. With
a hesitant pause, of course. Details, details, kids.

She shuffled her feet, as she cast her gaze towards the floor.

"Sometimes..."

Bingo. Nice. A good day's work, I say.

I walked over to her and put my finger underneath her chin, lifting her
face up to look at her. "It's ok, honey." She was trembling a bit. "As
long as we can laugh and joke about it, it's going to be fine. There's
nothing to worry about." I pitched my voice into a soothing tone,
trying to put her at ease. "It's inevitable that this sort of thing
happens, doing the work that we do, and how close we work together."

She smiled and nodded. I got an urge to kiss that little mouth, but I
didn't. What a fragile little thing. Quite fetching really. She got
prettier the more in distress she looked.

But now she smiled slowly. Back to regular pretty.

"So now we know, and we don't have to hide it anymore." She surprised
me by piping in cheerfully.

"Exactly!" I said.

Eureka! Is what I wanted to say.

I put my hands on her shoulders. "And I know I come off very Dad to you
most times, probably, but please remember that I'm also your friend,
and we should be able to talk about this anytime you like."

At the mention of 'dad' she'd tensed up, but had relaxed by the end. I
gave her a hug and made my exit. She was looking at me with a wistful
expression, I thought, so I threw out as I exited the guesthouse.

"Oh, by the way, I think we WILL be doing those voice over tests, I've
been thinking about it and the idea is really cool, so warm up your
pipes!" I nodded at her with my eyebrows exaggeratedly and was pleased
as punch when I saw the cute "o" frozen on her face as I turned around
again.

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All caught up, it seems like. Yeah?

It's been one HELL of a month.

For the past week, though, I haven't been able to give it to Sarah as
regularly as she'd gotten used to since we hooked up, so here she is
now, sneaking into my bed at 6:30 in the morning with my wife in the
shower, sucking my dick in the delicious, slobbery way she does.

She was fucking gorgeous kneeling there in her skimpy nightgown. Her
long legs tucked underneath her and the hem riding up above her hips,
showcasing a velvety purple pair of panties. The thin cotton let her
erect nipples poke through easily, and her glistening face as she
smiled at me was enough to make me cum if I stared at it too long.

It was still strange to see her new pixie haircut, though. It had been
the result of an unfortunate accident involving a toddler, playdoh and
nail polish, but it ended up with her losing her long trusses or
"handholds" as I called them. Still, if there ever was a woman who
could rock a pixie cut, it was Sarah. She'd look fuckable with a burlap
sack and face painted like a clown (not that I'm looking to try that
out... ewww, you people are freaks.)

"It's really mean of you to not make time for me... hurry, before she
comes out..." She was saying to me, and I was thinking about defiling
our marital bed (we hadn't so far) but right at that very moment the
shower cut off.

Sarah's eyes surely mirrored my own panic. This was not planned. Oh.
Fucking. Shit.

Sarah leapt up from the bed, heading towards the bedroom door and
safety, but the bathroom door was in the way, and it started to open
just as she reached it. She flattened herself against the wall behind
the door as my wife pushed it open.

"Huh... did you close this?" Thank the merciful spaghetti monster in
the sky that the door opened outwards and hid Sarah from her view.

I, luckily, had not been frozen in place. Sarah hadn't finished jumping
off the bed when I was already digging for the corner of the comforter
and wiping my dick clean of her spit and drool, throwing it over to my
side of the bed and turning to face the opposite side from the
bathroom.

I turned towards her, as if groggy. "Huh?" I mumbled.

My wife shrugged a "never mind" and went into her walk-in closet, which
was also between Sarah's hiding place and the exit. I saw Sarah peek
out from behind the door and gesture a question to me. I pointed to her
sister's walk-in and motioned her to duck into my own closet, which my
wife had no reason to step into.

Sarah floated across like a ninja and dove into my closet, giving me a
wonderful view of her ass as her nightie flared around her. Not a
second too soon, too, because my wife came out of her closet with an
open robe and nothing underneath.

"So... if you're up?" She grinned mischievously.

You know... I couldn't make this shit up, folks.

My wife discarded the robe on the floor, then noticed the ajar bedroom
door. She stopped, puzzled. Mumbled something about "what's with the
doors this morning?" then closed and locked it. She leaned against the
door and raiser her hands as if she was pinned against it, looking at
me through half closed eyes, hips swaying to a secret music that only
she heard.

The fear had made my dick go limp in a rush, as the blood flowed out of
it and into my head and heart, but seeing my wife dancing her "slave
girl" dance brought it back with a vengeance.

We'd been messing around with scenarios in our fuckplay sporadically,
most of the times we were too busy trying to get into each other's
pants to worry much about foreplay, but every once in a while we
recreated one of the scenes from my books.

This was a particular favorite of hers, because she got off on being
dominated by her "master".

I know I've been going on and on about Sarah, and how unbelievable hot
she is, but my wife's no pushover. Taller than her older sister and
with perkier tits, despite having had two kids instead to her one, my
wife had the same dark hair and tight body that drove me nuts. Her long
hair was still there, too, which turned me on a lot as it fell across
her face and shoulders. She looked amazing, fresh out of the shower.
Good enough to eat. She kept a shaved bush, and her pussy lips were a
little puffy, which meant that she'd been having fun with the
showerhead and explained why she was so frisky.

When all of this Sarah business had started, years ago, we'd had a
happy marriage with a vanilla sex life, but my writing had also opened
up her sexuality and sense of adventure, and it never ceased to amaze
me how she'd done a 180, becoming the cocksucker and cumbucket I was
lusting for when I raped her sister.

I was indeed a lucky son of a bitch, and I got a pretty dark,
mischievous thought as I drank in my wife's swaying figure. I got up
slowly, never taking my eyes off of hers and walked her way. I didn't
look towards my closet, which was still partway open, but I was willing
to bet that my wife and I were going to have a captive audience.

Fuck her, I thought. She snuck in here, when she knew that mornings
were her sister's. Now I was going to use the situation to teach her a
little lesson, and also continue the good work I'd been doing.

Reaching my wife, I used one hand to pin the wrists that were already
crossed above her. She'd already seen my erection and was breathing
heavily by this point. Normally I would have forced her on her knees
and stuck my cock down her throat, but I didn't want to risk her
smelling or seeing her sister's spit on my dick.

Being taller than her, I always had good leverage when it came to
stand-up fucking. With my free hand I grabbed her thigh and lifted her
leg, causing her pussy to gape open. She was definitely ready to go, as
I saw the bathroom light's reflection on her moist cunt lips. I bent my
head towards her, touching her forehead to mine and positioned my dick
at her entrance.

Roofie Coladas Ch. 04

by Cagonzon (UID 1483294)

https://www.literotica.com/s/roofie-coladas-ch-04

A change of recipe is refreshing...

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"mmmmmmmmmmhhhh..." she whimpered.

Fuck this was hot. Normally it would've been enough to have her being
so submissive to get me off, but I could almost feel pinpricks on the
back of my head. I knew Sarah was watching. She hadn't seen anything
yet.

My dick slid easily into my wife's pussy. I only slid in partway, just
past the head, then released her wrists and picked her all the way up,
pinning her against the door. From the closet, I knew there wasn't much
of an angle, but I didn't care at the moment.

Nailing my wife to the door with my dick I began pistoning in and out
of her. The position was a favorite of hers, since it gave my average
cock extra reach inside her. She wrapped her arms around my neck like
she usually did and we enjoyed each other's tongues as we fucked. Her
mouth was minty fresh, and the swirling saliva must be a familial
thing, because I always had to swallow several times while we made out.
Same as with Sarah.

My wife was not as aggressive as Sarah, though, which was fine. Sarah
was my cumbucket, the whore I wanted to use and abuse.

My wife was my life. I wanted to make love to her forever.

It was so different with her. Looking into her eyes as we kissed (she
always kept them open), it was like staring into her soul, so
beautiful, so full of love. It always tore me up, that I had betrayed
her so, but I'd managed to close off that part of me whenever I was
with her. Used to be I would see Sarah's face when I fucked her, when I
was deep in my infatuation and obsession. That had gone away a while
back, after I'd raped her. Now when I was inside my wife, she was all
that existed.

Of course, today was a different type of scenario. Sarah was watching
me fuck her sister, the rightful owner of my cock. I didn't know what
would happen, honestly. How she'd react, but I had a pretty good
feeling that this was a situation that could only serve to my
advantage.

I'd been pretty turned on and excited by Sarah's interrupted blowjob,
and my wife's pussy was also tight still. I was sure they both did some
sort of exercise for that, because she felt as tight as ever (I know my
dick hasn't gotten any bigger... I've measured..) which meant that my
balls were boiling after only a few minutes.

I didn't want to cum yet, though. I had a naughty idea I wanted to try.

I lifted my wife away from the door and she squealed quietly into my
mouth. I was inserted fully inside her, sheathed among her velvet folds
as I carried her to the bed. She was moaning as the deeper reaches of
her love hole were filled. I passed right in front of my closet door,
and laid her down on the edge of the bed. As I passed, I snuck a quick
glance towards the open door. I thought I could discern the bare
outline of a face in the dark. Sara had hidden in amongst my hanging
clothes, probably.

As I gently placed my wife on the bed and lifted myself off of her,
breaking our kiss (the dirty slut kept sucking on my tongue all the way
out... fuck, I love her) I picked up the rythm of my pumping, having
calmed down a bit. She was closer to the other end, though, and I could
feel it in the way her hips jerked and her legs flailed against me.
She'd also shut her eyes and turned her head, mouth open in a muted
exclamation, which meant that she was feeling her orgasm rushing in.

Perfect.

I tried to position myself sort of as if we were pornstars and there
was a camera in the closet. I climbed on the bed, but kept myself
lifted above her, counting on the angle to give Sarah a ringside seat
look at my dick sliding in and out of her sister's pussy. I started
giving her long, steady strokes that made her moan longer each time.

"Yes... oooooohhhh fuck me, master... please... fuck me,
master...uuuuuuhhhh " She was repeating over and over breathily, which
if course was quickly building me up. I was trying to hold off as long
as I could, but my lovely wife was eroding that staying power
exponentially.

In the end, as it is at the best of times, we came together. She jolted
up the bed and wrapped her legs around me, pulling me into her as I
pumped a frantic pace, my cum shooting into her and sloshing out with
every thrust. I forgot about Sarah at that moment, just watching my
wife squirm on the end of my cock was incredible and the ebb and flow
of my orgasm winded me.

As we wound down, I kept grunting with the last spurts of jizz into her
loving pussy, and she flopped on the mattress sighing contentedly.

"Oh god, babe. You fuck me so good..." I could only agree. We were
really good at this fucking thing.

I knew that at any moment she was going to remember she had to get
ready, probably shower again, so before she got too relaxed I stood up
(dick still inside) and rolled her over.

This is a VERY delicate maneuver, perfected over many years and
practice, do not attempt with a first time lay as it can hurt of
something goes wrong. A lot.

We executed it perfectly, though, and so my wife was left bending over
the side of the bed, ass pointed towards her sister's hidey hole, and
me, still inside her, towering over her prone form.

I was going to try something. (Insert machiavellian laughter here).

My dick was softening a bit, but I always have more stamina in the
morning, so I was fairly certain my hardness would come back in a few
minutes. The prospect of what I was going to try was enough to set my
adrenaline rushing, and I felt a thrill run through me.

I reached over into the bedside table and got a bottle of lube from the
drawer. My wife had followed me with her gaze and figured out what was
coming. She laughed, but didn't tell me to stop. Perfect.

I lubed up my wife's asshole generously, putting her comfort first and
foremost, as always.

"Master... are you going to take my anal cherry?" That brought my
erection back in a rush. My wife could put on the most endearing and
cute voices you wanted anytime, which when used in a sexual context
immediately made it one of the filthiest and perviest things ever.

"Shut up, slave." I growled at her. I spanked her ass lightly. She
shivered and tightened her grip on the sheets.

I began rubbing my dick over her asshole, but much more deliberatly
than I had done with Sarah. I used the friction for a minute or two,
bringing my erection back to full hardness.

"Finger yourself, you whore." I whispered harshly.

My wife gasped and obliged with a "Yes, master..."

I saw her snake her hand down and below her stomach. I felt her fingers
brushing my balls as I kept rubbing the head of my prick over her
loosening asshole.

Ever since I'd fucked Sarah at the water park and I'd seen her touching
herself while I fucked her, I'd been asking my wife to do the same. It
was awesome. It certainly made my job easier. My wife had been hesitant
at first, but had taken to it with gusto after a couple of times. She
was so used to being submissive, though, that I had to remind her most
times. Which was fine with me.

I like dominating women, in case you hadn't noticed.

With her pleasure taken care of, I concentrated on getting the angles
right, but not for Sarah's edification. I didn't want this to hurt, if
possible, otherwise it would not only ruin it for my wife, but also for
my plans for Sarah.

So I took my time, pushing myself against her puckered hole, and slowly
worked mysef in a bit further each time. My wife met each slow push
with grunting, but didn't seem to be too uncomfortable, since she began
swaying her hips against me.

We'd been trying anal sporadically for months now, and I'd managed to
get the head inside her ass a couple of times, but it never
transitioned from uncomfortable to pleasurable for her. I was hoping
that today was the day. She was certainly panting like it might be.

Her breath was becoming ragged, sort of like when we fucked normally,
which I took to be a good sign. I didn't increase my pushing or the
speed, like I said, I wanted her to enjoy this as much as I did.

I started to feel some give around my cock, then, and her breath caught
in her throat. I looked down and saw that my head had streched her ass
enough to slide in, and it was fucking amazing. I felt the heat around
my dick and the pressure of her sphincter as it wrapped around me just
below the crown of my mushroom head was fabulous to say the least.

Anal sex is just so fucking wrong that it's right.

For years I'd been kind of grossed out about it, but now it had become
a staple of my fantasies.

And as I slowly worked myself deeper into my wife's asshole, she
suddenly seemed to relax and I popped all the way inside her. We both
grunted at the suddenness of it, and I paused to make sure she was ok.
She was catching her breath.

"Oh god.. master.. it's too big..." she was sticking to the story,
which meant that she was on board. "I can't handle it.. please.. ohh...
ohh... " I'd slowly started to push myself delicately deeper and by the
time my balls came into contact with her pussy lips and the tips of her
fingers I was as fully engorged as I'd ever been.

The view was amazing. My wife's ass had stretched until it had
swallowed my cock whole. I felt a little woozy, myself. This was new
territory for us. I gave her a small thrust and she moaned.

"oh... yeah.. take my ass, master... please... please..."

She seemed to be ok.

I pulled out a bit, her hole closing with a vengeance, tighter than her
pussy had ever been, and I pushed my dick back in deeper so I wouldn't
be pushed out. It was like her asshole was affronted that I'd dared to
defile its domain. Despite the fact that it glided smoothly in because
of the lube, it still resisted my penetration. The only comparison was,
of course, Sarah's ass when I'd raped her. Both times.

Sarah.

I'd been so caught up in this massive summit my wife and I had climbed
that I'd forgotten about her completely.

I angled myself over my wife again, hoping that the view from the
closet was as interesting as it had been earlier, and began to prod my
wife's asshole rythmically.

"Oh... fuck... fuuuuuuuuuuck... Master... please... don't punish me...
I'll be good."

Oh fuck, my wife was going to kill me with that slave bit. The entire
thing was just way too exciting. I was going to cum, and I was going to
cum soon.

I leaned over her and whispered.

"Your ass is going to make me cum, slave."

I met her eyes and she flashed me a wicked smile. She started pushing
against me and rotating her hips slowly. That did it. I began to pump
into her with a bit more strength and she stopped gyrating. She stopped
touching herself as well, reaching out to both sides with her hands and
clutching the sheets in a white knuckled grip. I was too far gone to
stop, though.

I was pistoning in and out faster as I felt the cum about to burst. She
was grunting each time my balls slapped against her pussy.

"ah.. ah.. oooh... ah... aaaaaaarghh.. fuuuuuckk...
maaaasssssteeeerrrrrr... "

I came.

I came like a flood.

I'm not sure what reservoir of cum opened, but my wife's ass was the
key. I came long and I came hard. The squelching, wet sound of my anal
invasion got louder with each thrust, as my jizz lubricated my wife's
anal canal and I was sliding in back and forth like I owned the joint
(which I do, let's be frank..)

I kept spurting inside her until I couldn't move anymore and then I
collapsed on top of her, remembering at the last moment to keep myself
on my elbows so as not to crush her. I pulled my dick out her ass and
she slid off the edge of the bed, flopped to her knees on the ground.

We made for an awkward picture, I supposed, her kneeling by the bed and
me sort of crouching over her, so I sat down next to her on the carpet
and pulled her in for a kiss. She returned my kiss hungrily, pushing
her tongue into my mouth until I overpowered her and she melted in my
arms. I held her there, half on my lap and kept kissing her for a
couple of minutes.

When we disengaged, she laughed a short laugh.

"Wow... that was so fucking hot. I can't believe you just fucked me in
the ass..." she was panting a bit as she said it. Clearly she was still
turned on by it, so I reached down between her legs and started to
finger her clit softly. She moaned and laid her head against my chest.

"Did you like it? Are you ok?" I tried not to sound too worried, I had
to project an illusion of confidence for the audience.

"Oh fuck yess... it was kind of weird, at first, but then you were
inside me... and it just felt.. I dunno... like how come we hadn't done
this before? I felt just... so... full of you... " She sighed and
snuggled against me.

Yes. The patron saint of sexual manipulation was coming to my aid. With
her hear buried on my chest she couldn't see me looking at the closet.
I couldn't see anything in there, it was still dark, no matter how much
I strained my eyes. Had Sarah heard?

"You finally know all my secrets... " my wife said lazily.

"Well, I said I loved everything about you, remember?"

"Oh yeah..." she giggled. She straightened and looked at herself.

"Now I'm all sweaty and full of cum." She sighed contentedly. "Shower?"

"Oh yeah..." I helped her get to her feet, which she did shakily. We
laughed about it. She said I fucked her so good it made her knees weak.
I slapped her on the ass and told her I'd join her in a second. As she
wobbled into the bathroom I stepped towards the closet and leaned on
the doorframe. When I heard the shower start I pushed the door all the
way open and turned on the light.

The first thing I saw was a hand as it blurred on its way to striking
my cheek.

Ouch.

Fuck.

I think maybe I went overboard with the porno showcase?

When my eyes uncrossed, I saw Sarah standing in the middle of the
closet, her hands at her sides balled into fists. Her eyes were glaring
at me, but her angry expression was ruined because I could still see
the dried spit on her face from when she'd ben salivating over my cock.

"You bastard..." she whispered acidly.

Really? I wasn't entirely surprised by this, even though I'd hoped for
a different result.

She went to slap me again but I caught her hand, and the force of her
slap drew her into me. I grabbed her other arm to forestall any other
attempts and pushed her against the inner closet wall, not too harsh,
but enough to get her to stop fucking around.

"What did you expect? That I NOT fuck my wife when she wants me?" She
was furious. She struggled against my hands, but she wasn't kicking, at
least.

"I've told you that I love her. I love fucking her. Did you really
think I wouldn't?"

She suddenly cried out and went limp, turning her face away, her body
shaking. I let go of one of her hands and pulled her face towards me.
She was crying. Big fat tears rolled down her cheeks.

I caught a whiff of something I hadn't in all the action.

My closet smelled like pussy.

I sniffed the hand that I still held, and took in her disheveled
nightie and panties. She was slick with sweat and the cotton stuck to
her body in very interesting ways.

Maybe my plan had worked, after all, because for all her indignation,
it looked like my dear sister in law had been getting off watching me
fuck her sister.

She met my eyes and I knew. She tried looking away but I told her to
look at me, gruffly. She did. A little fear behind those eyes, I
thought.

I can work with that.

I took her other hand again and raised both her arms above her head,
pinning them like I had her sister. She gasped and shuddered, started
to hyperventilate. I reached down with one hand and pulled her panties
down, making her cry out and try to squirm away. I held her firmly in
place.

"Quiet." I said it in a hard voice. She fell silent.

I put my finger on her crotch and rubbed her pussy.

"Wet." I concluded. "Were you touching yourself?" I used my most
authorative voice. She looked away but I forced her to look at me
again.

"Did you like watching me fuck my wife?"

She nodded mutely as another tear fell.

"Did you cum? Did you get off watching your sister get fucked in the
ass?"

Another nod.

"Good." I released her only long enough to grab her nightie and pull it
over her head. Now she was standing in my closet, panties bunched up
around her knees, shaking. She covered herself with her arms, as if
there were any secrets between us. I put my hand on her head and forced
her to her knees. I towered over her, my dick twitched a little next to
her face, and her eyes widened as she found it an inch from her nose.

"You're going to wait for me here." I pulled her short hair a bit,
getting her attention. She gasped and looked up at me with a struck
expression.

"I'll be back." Before she could reply or acknowledge anything, I let
go of her hair and turned off the closet light again.

Before closing the door I turned back. "You can play with yourself if
you want, but when I come back, you better be ready for me. I want to
use my fuck doll."

I closed the door and went to join my wife in the shower. She was
waiting for me impatiently because she was officially running late now,
so we only slathered each other up a bit and kissed a few times, talked
about how great the anal had been, before she jumped back out. I was
extremely happy that she'd enjoyed herself, and there was a bounce in
her step that told me she was super excited to have discovered
something new about herself. I stayed under the hot spray, washing my
dick and willing it to ressurrect, for about a minute after she'd left,
then got out slowly and dried myself off.

I took my time. If this dynamic was going to work, I had to be
confident. Even though I was a little apprehensive, I admit. I thought
I'd done everything right, and Sarah was just damaged enough and
confused about her feelings for me that I could train her. Maybe.

The fucking maybe was the issue.

As long as she didn't have time to think, I was sure I could manipulate
her, but she wasn't stupid by any measure. I figured we did have to set
some boundaries and rules if this was going to work, but I wanted to
get as much of an advantage over her as I could.

I looked out the window and saw my wife's car pulling away.

I gulped, shook out any nervousness and put on my game face.

I opened the closet and turned on the light and found Sarah kneeling
where I'd left her. She had her fingers in her crotch, and as I
entered, she stopped, but then resumed slowly. I felt a shiver of
relief pass through me, but I didn't let it show. She was looking at me
expectantly, not fearfully, but something more akin to excitement.

I was still naked as I walked up to her. My dick was not all the way
hard, but it was at 1/3 mast or thereabouts, enough to hang freely and
swing in front of her face. She followed it until it settled a hair's
breath away from her lips.

"Are you ready to serve, slave?"

Sarah met my eyes with fire behind them. "Yes, master..."

I placed my hand on the top of her head, twisting it in her short hair.
She opened her mouth and extended her tongue, looking me in the eyes
the entire time as she swallowed my cock.

*****

Story Tags: sisterinlaw; taboo; incest; sister; wife'ssister;
domination

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