Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Shemale Sister-in-law:2

As I finished depositing my load in her cunt, she quipped, "Holy shit, either the idea of pounding my ass or of me pounding your ass had you revved up." "Maybe both," I quipped, pulling out.

We both cleaned ourselves up and didn't speak anything else about this for a couple of weeks. I wondered what she really thought of it.

It was just over two weeks later, when I complained my back was killing me, she suggested, "Why don't you go and get a massage from Kara?"

"What?" I asked. Kara was a professional masseuse. My wife made it clear I couldn't ever go to her. She was very voluptuous, unlike my wife who was rather small chested.

"Sure," she shrugged, as she typed on her phone, "there is no one better."

I was about to talk, but she brought her finger to her lips implying I was not to talk as she put her cell to her ear. After a minute, she said, "Hey, Daryl's back is killing him after all his travel of late. Any chance you can squeeze him in?"

I gasped. I really couldn't believe she was going to let her sister give me a massage. Kara was well known in the community for her massages and often having two plus week waits to get in.

"Oh, I doubt he will mind," my wife, Amanda, responded, with a very odd giggle, before adding, "yes, he'll be there."

'OMG!' I thought to myself.

"Thanks, gorgeous, he'll be there at ten," Amanda finished. Looking at me, after she hung up, she explained, "She can fit you in at ten." "Tonight?" I asked.

"Yep," she nodded.

pointed out, usually I was ready for bed by

she answered, in a

nodded, stunned after all the years Kara offered me massages and Amanda refused to allow it,

to Kara's house; she had made her basement into a very

and after a

dress and nylons which instantly made my cock harden. I had a weakness for nylons, a fetish I developed in high school, from cheerleaders. In all the years I knew Kara I had never seen her in nylons...

moment, her feet were in

was when she pulled me in for a tit crushing hug, something she always

home and didn't have time

I said, even though I was enjoying her look I knew it would be hard to not be hard as a rock when she was massaging me if I constantly saw her feet in

shrugged, "It's

both excited and nervous at the idea of

began walking to the stairs, "I know how

sentence, plus the fact she wore nylons, should have signalled something

the bottom of the stairs. Ever so briefly I noticed she was wearing thigh high stockings, as I saw a quick glimpse of lace top... this only added to the aching in my

she ordered, as her cell rang. She added, before answering the phone, "And I mean completely undressed, underwear too.

as she walked away, I got undressed, ignoring the last order, keeping my underwear on, my