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.

usually I was

she answered, in a tone

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

she had made her basement into a very nice massage

knocked on the door and after a moment Kara

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... never. Yet, there she was in a red dress showcasing her voluptuous breasts and mocha

were in full view. Her toes were painted

hug, something she always did. Kara was

home and

wish," 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

no," she shrugged, "It's already

the idea of her being

the stairs, "I know how much you

tell Kara such things? This sentence, plus the fact she wore nylons, should have signalled something was different today, not to mention the fact that Amanda was

she reached 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

undressed and call me when you're ready," she ordered, as her cell rang. She added, before answering the phone, "And I

order, keeping my underwear on, my dick rock hard, and got under the white blanket on my stomach. I called out, "Ready,"