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.

out, usually I was ready for bed

in," she answered, in

the years Kara offered me massages and Amanda refused

made her basement

door and after 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

feet were in full view. Her toes were painted a

she pulled me in for a tit crushing hug, something she always did. Kara was

just got home and didn't

would be hard to

no," she shrugged, "It's already

idea of her being in nylons while

added, as she began walking to the stairs, "I know how much you like

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

I noticed she was wearing thigh

her cell rang. She added, before answering the phone, "And I mean completely

she walked away, I got undressed, ignoring the last order, keeping my underwear on, my dick rock hard, and got under