Chapter 4030 - SISTER

Whether real or imagined, I felt a sexual tension with my sister-in-law Adele. She is an American born Italian who married my brother-in-law twenty-one years ago. They have a son and daughter.

She is attractive having long black hair that frames a pretty face with expressive eyes and an up-turned nose. She fights the Italian gene, constantly dieting but still developing a pear shaped body with small breasts and a larger butt. Like other Catholics I have known she is both devote and fearful of many things in life. She is devoted to her kids and as a soccer mom constantly dotes on their every whim chauffeuring them around town and putting her own needs on hold. She is generally regarded within the family as a bit on the dim side at times. I felt empathy for her seeing her children and husband holding her up for ridicule that makes her quite insecure. I have wondered if some of this sexual behavior with me is a passive aggressive attempt for some personal affirmation.

When I came into the family, I was one of the few who actually listened to her and tried giving her some much needed validation. I started to notice a change in our interaction. A chaste kiss on the cheek in greeting was replaced by a brief lip to lip one. She became more touchy feely with a slight touch on my arm or knee as we talked. It was all innocent and yet a change in her usual withdrawn self.

She uncharacteristically started wearing a short denim skirt at family functions during the summer. The banter continued as we had our first drink. I kept noticing her husband would admonish her to cover up at least once when he caught me glancing toward her thighs. Her tops too have become more revealing. She seemed to color slightly but did not hold her scooped top in at the neck as she previously had Dane. Such were our little moments a series of disconnected vignettes that fed a growing fantasy.

She came to sit next to me at a family dinner as we discussed a particularly stressful time at home. My demure sister-in-law was smiling wolfishly almost whispering the advice: "You should go home, have a massage and some hot sex."

In disbelief I looked around seeing that no one else had paid her any attention. I leaned closer and said, "I should what?" while placing my hand casually on her arm.

Putting her lips close to my ear so that I could feel the hot breath, she repeated, "Hot sex?" When I stammered something about that being a distant memory lately, she added, "I know what you mean!"

I was nearly bursting from my hard on and became thankful that we did not move to go home right away. At one point she rose from the table as we moved to the living room and stood behind me massaging my shoulders. I turned after a minute of two to say, "Well that's one part of your advice accomplished with your help. Anything else that I can look forward to...."

"No!" She hastily retreated to the couch joining the others.

As it turned out the next time that I saw her was at out cottage in thesummer. The first thing that I noticed when she got out of the car was her blue lace panty. As the adults were bantering back and forth, I related a story that had happened a week or so ago with our French neighbors at the lake. I commented that she was carelessly sitting wearing some kind of shift with either no panties or fur-lined ones underneath. That was greeted with a chorus of derision. A couple of minutes later as I was getting snacks from the kitchen, I turned to find her sitting in my easy chair. I thought it unusual since she is quick to help. She was flashing that same fringe of blue and caught my gaze. Smiling she said, "Don't worry, I'm wearing panties, see!" With that she raised the hem of her skirts showing the high cut lace front!

I was speechless. She just smiled and shimmied out of the room.

As the evening wore on the drinks flowed freely and the conversation turned louder. We had arranged that the kids would spend the night in our camper. They left the adults as soon as they could leaving my wife, Adele and Dan by the fire near the lake.Adele wanted to see the garden up the road from the cottage before we lost the light completely. The four of us walked up the path and did a quick inspection. As usual, she asked lots of questions – so many that Jill and Dan drifted away and headed back. She stooped to look and smell several varieties of flowers and I was treated to a long and clear view down her top to her cupped globes. As she stood looking at the garden I positioned myself behind her to better inspect the lace cups of the bra visible from my vantage point. "Yes, I'm wearing a bra, too!" she said in a teasing tone of voice. I then noticed that we were clearly reflected in the window of the greenhouse by the garden. I flushed deeply but managed to say, "It is a beautiful view!"

"Oh you" she answered bumping into me knocking me on my heels.

"Watch it or I'll fall for you!" I said stumbling slightly and then reaching to hold onto her shoulders for support. Neither of us pulled away as I instinctively massaged her neck.

"Umm, nice. I could get used to this."

Voices called us to join them by the fire. We walked back up the path with me slightly trailing, hiding my erection and her giving me a view first of her ass as she bent down and then her tits as she pivoted toward me. It is inconceivable that she did not notice the effect her little show was having on me.

That night was a restless one. I was the last to bed but soon after gave up trying to sleep. I was watching television with the sound almost completely off. She opened the spare bedroom door emerging in a fuzzy blue robe done up to her chin. She smiled shaking her head slightly and turned to go into the bathroom. Instead of returning to her room, she came over to where I was sitting and sat on the sofa beside my easy chair.

"Can't sleep?"

"No I can't and it's your fault!" she said with a smile. "Too many drinks give me a headache."

I noticed her pained expression and my eyes dropped automatically as she crossed her legs letting the robe open above her knee. She just shook her head saying, "I better watch it or I'll get your neighbor's reputation!" She opened the robe before pulling it closed giving me a microsecond of a flash of bush.

"My lips are sealed. Can I get you anything for your headache?"

"Sure - stop that," she said pointing toward the closed bedroom doorway where loud snoring emanated from within.

"After you stop that", I responded indicating Jill's snore behind our closed door. We laughed. "Would a neck rub help?"

She regarded me suspiciously with a grin taking over her features. "Where do you want me?"

With raised eyebrows, I said, "Let's just say I'll settle for here," moving a footstool in front of me.

She moved to the stool, sweeping her hair up and then over one shoulder so that it hung down her front. I rubbed heat into my palms and started to slowly rub the junction of her head and neck in back and forth motions. I pressed my thumbs at the base of her neck lifting slightly. She groaned assuring me that the massage was working. I moved her collar slightly to get at the lower part of her neck and over to one shoulder. One hand carefully worked under her hair. "Is it helping?"

"It's great. Don't stop on my account."

I moved her hair back so that it hung behind her and then moved my finger tips to her forehead. I moved my fingers together and apart smoothing her brow. She moved back toward my knees. By spreading them slightly, she was more reclined back with her head almost on my lap. I wondered if she could feel the lump at her back. I continued to work on her forehead and occasionally drew circles down her cheeks and around her ears. Her ears seemed particularly sensitive. I rubbed around each and gently pulled the lobes in unison ending by rubbing the backs as I came back to her face. I lightly traced her eyes putting some pressure by the bridge of her nose and then over each eye. I was noticing how the angle of her head had caused a slight billowing of the robe at her neck and experimented with combinations of movements that improved my view of her bare breasts – well the tops anyway.

I nearly poked her eyes as my wife's voice said, 'Me next?" She stood smiling at the open door to our room and made her way out toward the bathroom. Startled but too relaxed to jump up, Adele said, "You're lucky to have him to yourself."

There was no reply as the bathroom door closed.

With two soft 'buddy' pats on her shoulders, I said, "I guess that's as far as we can go tonight – maybe another time?"

"That's a deal, Rick."

Before they left the next day, we made plans to repeat the stay before the first snowfall. Jill was back to work and Dan's holidays would not start for another two weeks which meant that Adele would have some alone time at her lake about an hours drive away cross country from ours. Her daughter was working at the nearby lake community so they would be there on their own during the week. Dan commented on how much she hated being alone there and issued an open invitation that I was welcome to drop by for a change of scenery. "Or, better yet spend the night. There's an extra room."

"You never know I may just take you up on that. Talk to you later, to see if that would work for you Adele."

After replaying the events of the weekend, I called her to gauge her mood and receptiveness. The moment had obviously passed as there was no invitation to come by. She did express nervousness because her daughter was spending the night with a friend on Wednesday night. Interesting disclosure I thought. She had become quite the tease. I ended with, "Well give me a call if you decide you want some company. I'll trade supper for the rest of the massage."

"Tempting but I should be okay."

Wednesday morning followed my third restless night. I made a decision. I grabbed my swimsuit and tee shirt. On impulse I took one of my magic blue pills thinking that I was probably setting myself up for a world class hard on that would last most of the afternoon and result in frustration.

I called on my cell phone, "Get the coffee on I'm about ten miles away." Click.

As I got out of the car I was greeted from the doorway. I noticed that she was wearing the denim short skirt and what appeared to be her one piece bathing suit.

I was feeling somewhat apprehensive unsure as to her reaction of my short message and uninvited visit. "What kept you?" she said turning inside and heading for the coffee pot. "Mostly it was the speed limit and trying to keep from looking too desperate."

As I reached the kitchen, I stepped in front of her and smiled. I reached forward and pulled her to me in a quick embrace. "I guess I'm just happy to see you ....and your skirt." I gave her my best lecherous smile.

Breaking the hug she gave me a knowing look. "Maybe we can go for a swim later?" she added gesturing toward her clothes and my suit.

"Later? You mean like after a massage?"

"No more like later, after Lori picks up her overnight bag at noon." I can handle an hour I thought. We had our coffee and were making awkward small talk when the door opened. About half an hour later with goodbyes exchanged we were once again on our own.

I was starting to feel the effects of the pill that I had taken with my first cup of coffee and worried that I might scare her off if I suddenly sported a raging hard on without any provocation. I reached into my beach bag and extracted the towel and a vial of oil. She had a quizzical look on her face but said nothing. I patted the floor in front of me. She got up and sat opposite facing me on her ottoman. Up went her skirt and down dropped by eyes. She crossed and then uncrossed her legs giving me a generous view of the bathing suit underneath. "Nothing to see here today" she said. "You know I worry that you have the wrong idea about this visit. I enjoy your company but I enjoy my marriage even more!"

I gave her a shocked and pained look. "Whatever do you mean? Sometimes a massage is just a massage – just like flirting is just flirting." We both laughed.

"Okay, I'm guilty of that for sure."

I reached back and took the oil from the table to the side and poured some onto my hands. Reaching down I took her foot and turned her around to rest her back on the arm of the sofa. She was able to do no more than chuckle and mumbled, "Good thing I wore my bathing suit!" as her skirt fell back to the tops of her thighs. I rubbed hard with both hands as she appreciatively sighed. She leaned back her head lolled to the side and her eyes closed. I took the opportunity to inspect the triangle between the opening of her skirt and legs. I alternated between one foot and the other moving my hands slowly from the top her instep up to the calf. More sighs and a slightly widening of her legs gave me encouragement. I reached to pass her a pillow but before I got it in a quick shifting she was suddenly sitting up and removing her feet from my knees - "Your turn."

Before I knew it my foot was on her knees being massaged. She straightened her skirt pulling it down to a more demure position midway on her thighs. Her hand crept up my calf to my knee and down again. With my free foot I positioned it between her slightly parted knees. She glanced down, frowned but said nothing. Her skirt was now bunched at her lap and left there. The rubbing pressure seemed to increase as my toe found the inner thigh and brushed against the nylon of her crotch.

She suddenly stopped and said in a choked voice, "Next– shoulders." We quickly changed positions, her on the sofa me on the floor. I moved the towel under me for some padding and to trap any spills that happened. I felt my shirt being lifted from me as warm oil washed over my shoulders. It was my turn to moan. My shorts were tented with the sensual pleasure of this new development. I felt warm breath on my neck and turned briefly to find her looking down at what was now a throbbing mound rising from my lap. She continued to rub but the warm breath told me that she continued to inspect my generous hard on. She kept up the rubbing motions for the next five minutes. As I relaxed my head fell back between her legs onto her lap. She briskly massages my temples and forehead and then gave me the earlobe treatment that she had enjoyed so much. I knew why. I throbbed to new lengths! Afraid at being stimulated to completion I sat up suddenly and turned to face her still on my knees. "Wow!"

Taking her hand, I quickly changed places with her. Following her lead I started to tug the shirt over her shoulders. "No". I worked on her neck holding up her hair with one hand and gently began a slow caress. Up to her hairline and then around to her forehead and back touching her ears pulling on the lobes as I moved back to the neck. Her floral bra top of the suit contrasted with her white skin. As I started to prod the tense muscles of her midback touching the bra strap and moved to the clasp at the back, her hand reached back grabbing my wrist. I went back to the massage without uttering a word. I moved my hands away to drip more oil...this time down the front of her chest. I quickly caught the spill rubbing it above the cups of the bra and up to her chin. Warming circles moved up and around and down to the top of the cups holding her breasts. I could not take my eyes from the globes that appeared and retreated with each movement of my hands. I reached for the oil again this time as I spilled some down her cleavage I retrieved the drops with two fingers that trapped the oil and slowly moved only part way out of the cups. With a sudden move both hands began to rub over the bra and into her cleavage. Her moaning built as I applied more pressure over her hardening nipples pushing to be released. "Please." Not sure what that meant I made a decision and with one move pulled her bra down to her waist. Unfettered her breasts slightly sagged but were soon supported lifted and stretched by both of my hands. Over the round and around the nipples now tweaking and pulling them. - hefting the weight of each breast. Her face and neck appeared flushed and hot to the touch. Her legs crossed and uncrossed at her ankles. The skirt was now at her waist exposing her bottoms visible from my angle below the swell of her breasts.

Kicking the towel open, I moved her forward she rolled to her side and then onto her stomach. I undid the waist of her skirt and slowly pulled it down and then off her legs. She raised her hips to accommodate its removal. I poured oil onto her lower back and upper thighs while keeping up the motions of massage. The motion on her outer thigh intensified as I moved to the inner. She responded with another moan and a further parting of her legs. I dropped all pretext now and applied caresses over her nylon covered ass and down to the vee exposed between my knee and her thighs.

"We can't do this!" She was somehow standing now with her back to me and one hand reaching for her shirt. I put my hand over hers and embraced her from behind. She sagged back into me. My cock pressed perfectly into her. I touched her breasts gently at first and then more aggressively. The harder I squeezed the more she panted moaning and slightly grinding her bottom into my straining bone. I pinched her nipples pulling them away from her body. She started to shake. Afraid that I had gone to far and hurt her too much I hesitated. Her hands came up to mine pressing hard over her globes. Twisting, pulling, stretching, flattening her breasts she suddenly grew breathless and unmistakably pressed back with her bottom. I moved the top of her once piece and dropped my suit letting my cock be wedged up her back. With a short whimper and sigh, I knew that she was ready to come.

A car door slammed and footsteps sounded at the back door. We sprang apart pulling ourselves together. "Forgot my book, Mom!" her daughter called walking directly into her bedroom at the opposite end of the cottage. By the time she collected her book and poked her head around the corner, we were sitting a respectable distance apart looking normal. - or so we thought. "Were you guys jogging or something? You look hot and sweaty."

"And frustrated," I added to myself. She sat down and started some small talk that was driving me crazy.

"Uncle Rick was just leaving now." Adele said getting to her feet.

"Yeah, it's a long way back and I want to get there in the light."

I kissed her daughter goodbye. At the door Adele turned her head offering her cheek for a goodbye kiss. Seeing her daughter disappear into the kitchen, I took her face in my hands and kissed her deeply on the lips, letting my tongue briefly explore her mouth.

"I'll talk to you soon," she said in a voice loud enough to be heard from the kitchen.

Putting my mouth next to her ear I said, "Invite me to stay for supper." I broke her silence saying in a louder voice, "Sure I'll stay for supper if it's okay with you. I'll get some wine and be back soon." Not waiting for a reply or acknowledgement, I turned and walked to my car.

drove around after picking up a bottle of red wine. I knew I wanted to pick up from where I had left off with my sister-in-law and yet I had only a general thought about how that might happen. I had replayed our foreplay over and over again. It seemed when I was in charge that her defences came down. How would she react to giving up control? If we did take the next step we could be damaging family relationships forever.

I headed back toward the lake and her cottage. The car that had been parked in the driveway was gone. Good!

There was no greeting as I knocked on the door. I knocked again, waiting and straining to hear any movement from within. Silence reigned. I opened the storm door, knocked again. This time I heard what sounded like muffled crying. Maybe I should take the hint and leave. I actually had turned on the doorstep, still holding the storm door open, when I stopped. I tried the doorknob and it turned.

Adele was sitting on the couch dabbing at her red eyes with a Kleenex. Several used ones littered the table in front of her. She appeared not to see me.

As I approached her, tears started to flow and she gasped, "You should go. You shouldn't be here. Leave me alone!"

I sat down and put my arm around her shoulders trying to comfort her. She pulled away and slapped my hand when I tried to reach out to her once again.

"I said leave. Go! Don't touch me! Don't ...." and she dissolved in tears once again. When I held her this time, she did not pull away but her crying intensified. Her body was wracked with pain. I said nothing but continued to hold her, occasionally softly rubbing her neck.

A flash of anger overtook her as she regained control of herself. She raised her hand as though to slap me but instead pushed my chest. "How could you do this to me? I'm married. I'm your sister-in-law. I have kids. You're such a bastard!" She was screaming now and out of control. Her fists started to strike my chest and arms. I stayed motionless not protecting myself or moving.

"That's enough!" I said firmly, grasping her fists in each of my hands.

She struggled.

"I said that's enough!" I repeated even more firmly.

Her body seemed to sag and all the fight left her at once. She moved back into the couch creating some distance from me but peeking at me with sideways glances. Her breathing was returning to normal.

"You took advantage of me. You made me do things that I would never ever do to my husband. You're like the devil!" All of this was said in a monotone and the last with a sneer.

Now I was getting pissed off.

"Stand up." I said. I stood and a moment later she started to rise but sat back defiantly. "Stand up now!"

She stood.

I reached for her top that once again covered her bathing suit. She slapped my hand away. I reached again and caught her hand before it reached mine. With the other I gave one quick tug. The front opened as buttons flew onto the carpet.

"You bastard!" she shouted. I raised my hand and placed one finger over her lips. She shook her head breaking the contact.

"Shhh!" I said grasping the strap to her suit and moving it off one shoulder. She stared defiantly but did not move or attempt to stop me. I moved my other hand deliberately and slowly to do the same to her other strap. Her top fell slightly and her hands instinctively rose to keep it in place.

"Don't", I said moving her hand away where it dropped by her side. Reaching out I rolled the top down until it was bunched under her breasts. Her hand started to rise and her head shook but she stood silently before me with her chest rising and falling as her breathing quickened.

I lowered my head and took a nipple into my lips grazing my teeth over its roughness. She slapped the back of my head. I bit down slightly, trapping the nipple between my teeth. I captured her other breast in my hand, feeling her heart pounding at the contact. She slapped again.

I straightened, still holding one breast and reached for the other. As I slowly spoke I started to twist the nipples between thumb and forefinger, pulling them away from her body. "You will have an orgasm. You know you need this."

I punctuated these words by grasping both breasts together and rasping my tongue over each erect nipple. Back and forth my head moved. As I left one nipple, I applied pressure holding it, controlling it until I returned to it. Her breathing became more shallow and quickened.

I sucked as much of one breast as would fit into my hungry mouth while I continued the assault on her engorged nipple with my fingers on the other.

"Oh" she gasped, trembling and leaning forward to force more of her breasts into my mouth and hands.

When I stood up after switching positions on her breasts, she looked disappointed. I noticed the oil was right where it was when I left. I reached for it as she watched my every move. I made a show of rubbing a liberal amount into my hands and then moved behind her. She stepped slightly forward giving me room between her and the couch. I reached between her torso and arms starting a deliberate slow circular massage over her breasts - raising, squeezing and releasing.

My thumbs teased her nipples. As I increased the pressure by grasping each breast, she moaned and started to tremble. The flush I had seen earlier had returned to her upper body.

She leaned back into me as I cupped her tits roughly, pulling them up and out from her body, grasping each nipple as I continued to pull. She made a sobbing sound as both hands covered mine. She was forcing my palms into her chest so hard I could only move them in a grinding upward motion.

She groaned and shuddered pressing harder on my hands. I stopped moving my hands when she seemed to freeze. When I resumed pressing up and over, she gasped, stood tall and then collapsed back into me.

"My god," she panted as I sat back awkwardly on the couch with her sprawled limply resting her head back high on my chest.

My hands had moved from her chest to her neck. I put my mouth close to her ear, "You're not finished. I'm not finished with you."

She stiffened but kept her head by my lips.

"Do you know what I want to do?" I asked.

"No...I mean probably. But you can't. I can't. It's too much," she replied.

"I want to kneel in front of you. Can I do that?"

"I guess."

She brought her knees together as I moved to the floor. She had remained reclined against the seat cushions, slouched down so that her head was uncomfortably pressed against the back of the sofa. She had made no attempt to cover her nakedness. Her breasts showed the effects of the attention they had been given. Her otherwise white chest contrasted with her reddened breasts and engorged swollen nipples. A slight sheen of perspiration completed the erotic vision before me. Her eyes never left mine as I faced her, kept at bay by her extended legs.

I took an ankle, moving it to one side and then likewise moved the other. I reached for a cushion wedging it behind her neck causing her to slip further down so that her buttocks rested at the very edge of the seat.

"Better?"

She stared, nodding in response as I gave her nipples a quick lick and then sucked on each breast, taking as much into my greedy mouth as I could. "Now I want to remove your skirt. Then I am going to massage you. Your suit will still be on. Will that be okay?"

She nodded trancelike.

"Say it!" I commanded her.

"Okay!" she said like a petulant child.

I slowly rolled up the denim skirt that extended down just below the crotch of her bathing suit, until it was up to her waist. She raised her butt to help. I oiled my hands again as she watched intently. She had made no motion to sit up and was squirming knowing what was to follow. I started to massage her thighs from knee to the front of her suit, carefully avoiding contact with the delectable vee of her spread thighs.

I lowered my head savoring the sight of her spread, open and inviting thighs. When my lips met the inside of one thigh and then the other, she moaned grasping my head in her hands, holding it in place. Without touching the gusset of the suit, I blew hot air over her mound. She trembled and slightly arched her pelvis. I repeated the kisses and breaths over her clothed vagina. She shuddered as I sat up and poured more lotion into one cupped hand. I completely covered her crotch cupping her and pressing much as I had done with her breasts.

Using the heel of my hand I could now feel the folds of her canal. Her juices mingled with the oil as I kneaded it in and around her center. With each pass her vagina rose up to meet my insistent pressure.

"Should I move your bathing suit? It's getting oily and very wet."

Her answer was a moan and a rise of her hips in anticipation of the suit being removed. "You have to tell me."

"I can't."

I stopped with my hands ready to start to pull her suit down.

"Please."

"Please what?"

"You can only touch with your hands okay?"

"And with my mouth and lips and teeth...."

She was panting now with these words. She moaned as I removed first her bunched skirt, tugging till the buttons gave way and slid off her closed thighs. Next I held her suit, rolled it slithering over her raised ass and then, finally, allowed it to fall to the floor.

I sat facing her, feeling in control now of this beautiful woman who opened and closed her thighs slightly. The wetness of the oil and her own fluids matted her trimmed pubic hair exposing her glistening lips with each movement.

As my hand reached her knee, she moved in anticipation by placing each foot to one side exposing her core. I moved between her legs and pressed my upper torso into the vee of her legs as I kissed her deeply. Trailing the kiss, I covered each breast with light nibbles, suckling till her squirming intensified. Her pelvis arched into my body. I lowered my head nearer the wetness around her engorged pouting lips. She shuddered as I trailed my lips up her thigh toward her opening. Stopping before I made contact, I moved to her other leg. She squirmed; her hips seemed to rise and fall involuntarily. When I blew on her bare vagina moisture seeped from her gaping hole. I used my forearms to force her thighs apart and using both of my thumbs, spread her lips wide, kneading her inner folds as they were pulled apart. I lowered my head and rubbed my nose up and down her spread lips. She thrashed under me making incoherent noises.

As I trailed my nose into her opening and moved upwards, I extended my tongue, darting it suddenly in and out of her opening. She shook as though shocked and grabbed the back of my head merging her vagina with my face. I drew in her lips and gently nipped the tender flesh as my nose ground against her clitoris. She stiffened and pulled my head roughly into her, holding me in place as she came grinding her vagina against my face.

I pulled back as she subsided. She kept her thighs splayed wide apart and looked at me with wide frightened eyes as I began to pull off my clothes.

"I am going to touch you with my penis now."

"Don't!"

Her lips were trembling and she started to pull away. I noticed that her thighs remained open.

"I AM going to take my cock out. I saw you, so you can see me too."

Her response was a spontaneous moan as she blinked breaking our eye contact by dropping her gaze.

"And then I will just touch you with it. Only on the outside because it's so hot. You're so wet!"

I punctuated this by letting my swollen member touch her calf, straightening slightly, I let it make contact just above her knee.

She jumped at the contact, saying nothing and spreading her legs wider.

'I can live with that answer,' I thought.

"You shouldn't" she said reading my mind as my cock trailed toward the perfect target. Ignoring her for the moment I held my cock in my hand pressing, it around her lips taking care not to touch her clit or penetrate. I traced down her outer lips till it rested near her opening. I throbbed and jerked in anticipation of what was to come. Her pelvis was creating little circular patterns that made my swollen cock head pass over hole, over and over again.

As I grasped it ready to join it to her, she shrank away saying, "You promised."

I smiled. "It's just touching you."

With that I gave her opening a whack with my penis. Surprising me she smiled an anxious smile that soon disappeared when I struck her clitoris with its head. By the third strike, her breathing was ragged nearing an orgasm. I used my cock to rub side to side over her distended clit. She started to thrash beneath me. Her hand traveled to her breast, twisting its nipple, pinching between thumb and forefinger.

Taking her hands in mine, I was reached for the oil, as a bewildered expression passed over her. I cupped her hands and poured. The after affects of her orgasms caused periodic spasms. I replaced the oil and moved her hands in mine to my throbbing penis.

She hesitated at the first touch and then spread oil over its head and finally along the shaft. She was staring mesmerized at my cock and the motion of her hands on it. Her tentative first touch had become a steady firm up and down squeezing of my shaft, swirling around the head.

I extracted it from her hands and squatting slightly rubbed it slowly along her thigh up to her mound. The higher it went the wider her legs spread. As it contacted her vaginal lips she pulled back slightly. I pulled my cock away from her and then slapped her with it, startling her.

"Oh!"

I repeated the slapping, alternating from her gaping hole to the clitoris that jutted forward.

I reached under each thigh gripping her glorious ass globes in each hand causing her hips to jut forward and up. She offered no resistance as my cock pressed between us along her lips. Rotating my hips I felt the heat from her opening as squishing sounds from the friction filled the room. Her eyes were open wide as I rose up on my toes over her. I let my body weight slowly fall till the head of my penis entered her vagina.

Her hips rose off the cushion. I kept the finger lodged deep within her as I slowly wound it round and curled it upward. She grunted in response rotating her pelvis up to meet my hand.

Moving one hand back I was able to hold my shaft and feel the head stuffed between her lips. I held the opening around it with my thumb on one side and finger on the other. Without penetrating deeper I started to massage the lips against my head, mimicking masturbation. Forcing my eyes off our sex, I saw her wide eyes staring into mine with a pleading look

"Please. Please now."

I thrust forward, steadily pushing till our pubic bones touched. Reaching her ass to pull her further to me and I ground my hips in rhythm with hers. Her legs were on my shoulders and with my hands pulling her cheeks apart and up she was almost upside down. She was trembling and gasping for air. I lowered her legs, which she promptly locked around my waist now as I started to withdraw and then slam back again. Her feet spurred me forward with each thrust. Out of control now we jack hammered to an earth-shattering climax. Exhausted and perspiring we separated as our liquids spilled between us. I pulled her to the floor. We must have slept spooning, completely spent.

When I opened my eyes, I was disoriented and alone. In the distance I heard running water.

stood at the sink. The running water took me back to the last time we were together.

We had finally moved from flirting to satisfying our urges at her cottage during the late summer. I had heard the water running when I woke up following our intense session. With some trepidation I made my way to the bathroom door. I tried the handle and found it locked. Gently rapping and then harder, I waited for a response. Nothing. I pounded now calling out to her actually contemplating breaking the door down.

Finally she answered, "Please leave now."

"I just want to talk. I'll wait till you finish."

"I have nothing to say to you. Go."

I made my way back into the living room, found my clothes and hastily dressed. I heard the door to the bathroom open. Footsteps padded across the floor and another door closed. I walked to her bedroom and knocked. Finding it locked, I called out. Getting no response I made up my mind.

"When you realize that we deserve to have some happiness, talk to me."

I left.

Months had passed with no communication outside of the typical family gatherings. Christmas Eve had been interesting with a warming of sorts. I got a soft kiss on the lips from Adelaide as we arrived and several times she seemed to be standing closer than usual. At one point I put my arm around her waist as we talked - her standing and me sitting at the table. Her breasts pressed brushed against my arm. When Jill and I left a couple of hours later, I got a sideways hug from her with no eye contact and a "uh huh" when I thanked her for the evening.

Our annual post Christmas party with Jill's brothers and spouses took place at our lake again. Dan and Adelaide were staying with us while Ken and Dawn had their place a couple of miles up the road.

We enjoyed a drink and started to relax. Dan changed into his lounge pants and Adelaide emerged from their room notably braless wearing a burgundy camisole under a vee neck sweater. Her hair was pinned up and she looked happy for the first time in a long time.

I got Dan a second beer and mixed a rum smoothy for Adelaide and Jill.

"I hope there's no booze in there," Dan commented. "If that's for Adelaide she can't handle it."

"Just a touch," I replied.

Jill had a refused the drink so I clinked glasses with Adelaide. As usual Dan had taken my easy chair so I sat on the sofa. Jill sat beside her brother on the love seat in the living room. The television was on and with the angle it was hard to see the screen.

"Can you see okay?" I asked Adelaide.

She responded by moving close to me and leaning on my shoulder - "Now I can. Is this okay with you?"

"Glad somebody's getting some action!" Dan sneered.

With that I placed my arm around her shoulder feeling her weight against my side. Even through the sweater I could feel the heat from her breasts.

Dinner came and went without event except when Adelaide brought my wine glass from the living room she gave me a kiss on the lips.

Which brings me back to the sink. Adelaide came to one side and standing close tried to take the dish cloth from me and in the process ground her boobs into my side and arm.

"Let me!" she said pulling harder.

"Not yet. It's just too much fun," I replied as I pressed harder into her breasts moving her into a space beside the fridge. Everyone else had stayed seated at the table in the adjoining room enjoying a Grand Marnier.

As I moved to kiss her, she turned sideways and away from me. Rather than moving her to face me, I spun her with her back to me and whispered in her ear, "Happy New Year". My pelvis ground into her backside and my hands held her sides. She seemed to push back but said nothing. Seizing the moment I let my hands move up to cup her breasts over the clothing. She moaned.

One hand snaked down her side and up underneath. As I made contact with her breasts I felt her nipple engorge and was sure she felt the similar effect she had on me as I pressed into her.

"Come here you two. Leave those alone and relax," Jill called out.

Reluctantly we left the kitchen to rejoin the group.

The next day we were invited to Ken's to watch a hockey game and have an early supper. Adelaide complained of a backache from her sciatica while Dan and Jill made preparations gathering food and drink to take to their brother's.

Since Adelaide had just laid down complaining of her sciatica. I suggested that if they wanted, I could finish with the chopping the firewood and then drive over with her in a couple of hours. They agreed. Dan checked with her to see if the plan was okay with her. It was.

I made sure that I was outdoors when they left and worked furiously to have some wood stacked to show for the time spent at home. I came back inside and started a fire in the wood stove. Adelaide was still in her room with the door partially closed.

I knocked softly asking if she was all right. As there was no answer I opened the door a crack and saw her laying on her side facing away from the door. Her teddy was hiked mid way up her back and I noticed that the sweater lay on the floor by the bed beside what appeared to be the flannel pants she had worn earlier. A blanket covered her lower body with the top of a sheer red panty.

I had just stepped back to the doorway to let her sleep, when she turned with a start.

"I thought I heard somebody." She grimaced turning back away from me as she stretched in discomfort.

"Go ahead a rest if you can. We don't have to leave for a couple of hours. Can I get you anything? I can heat up a bean bag for your back if it would help."

"Sure. Thanks."

In a few minutes I returned with the heated bag. I knelt beside her and draping the bag over her shoulder.

"Too hot?"

"It feels good thanks," she answered rubbing her neck without turning.

"Let me." I started to massage her neck with one hand as I leaned over the bed. Getting no resistance I sat on the edge and continued to rub her neck now with two hands. Sensing the awkwardness of my position, she turned so that she was laying on her stomach diagonally on the bed.

"Where is it hurting?"

"It starts lower down and travels down my leg up to my butt. I think the tension is in my neck and back though."

I moved my hands to her shoulders and then across her shoulder blades and up again to her neck. She sighed and seemed to relax. She tensed somewhat when I placed my hands under her teddy to continue the massage more directly on her skin. She said nothing and murmured thanks as I continued.

"That feels so good. Sorry my skin is so rough I didn't get a chance to put on lotion yet today."

Taking that as my cue I glanced at the dresser top and spotted the bottle.

"Let me."

I reached for the lotion and noticed her half turn to see what I was doing. As I sat again, she rolled back on her stomach without comment.

"This works better," I said as I moved her so that she lay across the bed with her feet extending over the side. I made sure the blanket covered her lower body, though in the move it was obvious that she wore only sheer panties and the camisole.

I half straddled her without putting my weight on her. I coated my hands with her lotion and rubbed it in starting with her neck, then shoulders and lower back.

I pushed the teddy up to her shoulders - so it wouldn't get stained. She protested by stiffening but soon relaxed when I resumed the massage.

I applied more lotion to my hands and moved to the floor, being careful to keep her butt covered by the blanket which had dropped just above her butt crack. I took each foot and firmly rubbed in the lotion giving each a brief massage. When I rubbed between her toes, pulling them one by one she started to move her buttocks down into the mattress. As I bent her foot up, the gap between her body and the cover gave me an excellent view of her bum. By moving her feet to my side I had a clear view of her nylon covered crotch that alternately relaxed and clenched down as I continued the massage.

I pulled her toward me slightly so that her knees rested on the bed with her legs supported by me. I spread the lotion over her ankles and calves. I spread lotion up to her knee and above working on the outside of her thighs.

"Careful, that's the sore one," she said into the mattress as I rubbed her right leg.

Expecting to be stopped, I was relieved. I used both hands on her upper leg moving from her knee to her swelling buttocks, I asked, "How's that?"

"Wonderful. Maybe too good." She sighed.

The blanket had moved up to the small of her back exposing her from the waist down. I moved back to admire her ass, realizing that the last time we had been together I did not have the luxury of this slow exploration of her body. She had that broad ass that looked so sexy and slightly out of place with the rest of her smallish body.

My hands were now concentrating on her ass cheek on the right side. I rubbed first over and then insinuated a hand under the panty. I pulled them taut so that the gusset cupped her vagina and exposed the globes of her butt. I generously applied more lotion to each and rubbed slowly but firmly letting my thumbs dig in to her inner thighs.

Her pelvis movement seemed to intensify. I moved both hands pulling her underwear higher turning them into a tight fitting thong that barely held her lips and all but disappeared into the crevice of her buttocks. My face was now inches from her, taking in the unmistakable aroma of sex. Rising, I stood over her prostrate form. One hand continued to rub her beautiful backside while the other coaxed her legs apart allowing me to stand between them.

My hands pushed her ass cheeks down and then circled to the outside of her ass easing it up. Her back was flush and her breathing like mine was shallow and quickened. With the next upward movement, I kept one hand on the top of her buttocks and slipped the other reached under her crotch keeping the palm up but unmoving. She sighed and ground down on my hand without any encouragement from my upper hand.

As her pelvis rose I felt her moisture and heat on my hand. When she clenched down, I pressed down rotating her ass as her sex ground into my palm. We repeated our slow motion dance. She took charge of the amount of pressure and time her crotch ground into my waiting palm. The pace quickened to a bucking motion as she pressed down mightily moaning into the mattress. I my hand resting on her buttocks to reach under her tracing her lips protruding from the sodden panties. Shifting my palm open I extended a finger to penetrate her opening through the nylon.

She was still moving up and down. Her raspy breathing broke the silence.

Straightening up, I used one hand on the gusset and the other gripped the waistband from above and started to ease them down. Her hips rose to accommodate their removal. I gasped at the sight of her bare ass. Shifting to one side pulled them over her hips and down her thighs and down her legs. As they dropped to the floor, I noted that her thighs spread apart slightly.

I moved her by the hips so that her feet supported her as she knelt forward. Grasping her breasts from under the camisole, I coaxed her to a standing position with her back leaning into me. Neither of us had spoken a word.

Both hands continued to cup and tease her nipples as I kissed her neck, breathing heavily into her ear. With a sigh she covered my hands with hers and applied more pressure to her breasts. I rolled each nipple and pulled them out from her body in a slow deliberate motion. Grasping her camisole from the bottom, I pulled it up and over her head. Stepping back I quickly tugged off my sweat pants and underwear.

As I stepped forward one hand snaked under her spread legs and cupped her vagina, eliciting another moan from Adelaide. My other hand cup a breast. Precum pooled at the tip of my penis, while two fingers were bathed in her fluids.

Straightening I guided her shoulders down as I ground my erection into her as she bent forward over the bed. Leaning forward my prick made contact with her raised ass. I watched as she adjusted herself so that the angle was perfect for penetration. Reaching under her she grasped my erection and placed it at her opening. Slowly she pushed back and just as slowly I pushed forward. The head slipped into her lubricated vagina.

"Easy. You're bigger than Dan." I pushed in another two inches. She tensed. "Much bigger."

Each movement caused another inch to enter her. When my pubic hair and balls touched her ass, we both pushed for all we were worth to penetrate as deep as possible. We started to rotate together grinding our bodies together without withdrawing.

When I felt her start to contract as a prelude to her orgasm, I pulled out and brought her upright again. As I spun her around she looked confused and frustrated. "Please."

She nearly ripped my tee shirt from my body. We took in one another's body before mashing our lips together in a soulful kiss. Our hips started to grind together hungry for our climax. Tongues explored one another's mouth with increasing urgency as our hands busily explored.

Her legs started to tremble and then buckled causing her to sit down heavily on the edge of the bed. I reached over taking a pillow and placing it under her head as she lay back. Reaching again I took the other pillow and folding it in two wedged it under her hips. She shuddered.

"I need you now," she said as I knelt in front of her.

"Soon," I said moving my lips to up thrust vagina. The wetness from her slit glistened from her folds. I used my tongue to taste her from anus to clit, which I took into my mouth and released. I was rewarded with a release of liquid. I was past waiting.

"Now", I said standing. I used my hand to mix her juices with my own to lubricate my penis. Unlike our first time together, her eyes were open. She watched expectantly reaching out to tweak my nipples as I moved over her. With a smile she spread her legs and elevated her hips off the pillow. My cock head nudged her lips and then entered her opening. She had adjusted to my size and I was soon buried to the hilt.

As I moved inside her, she moaned and cried out. "I love it. I needed this."

Her legs rested on my shoulders. I withdrew until we were almost separated then slowly re-entered. Again and again, faster and faster the urgency propelling us almost out of control. I reached under her as the strokes shortened and her climax started to overtake her and grasped her ass cheeks in each hand forcing myself deeper as we both gyrated into one another.

"Holy fuck!" I shouted as I started to spew into her.

"My god, I can feel you cumming!" she screamed. Spurt after spurt gushed as her vaginal muscles continued to contract pulling every last drop into her.

Totally spent, I sank beside her on the bed. I slipped the pillow out from under her hips and was moving to spoon her when the phone rang. I sprang from the bed and out the door answer it followed by gales of laughter. As I hung up the phone and headed back, we were both laughing. Collapsing beside her we continued hysterically. Tears ran down our cheeks. I knew better than analyze the feeling.

I think it's called joy.Sunday

She stood in the doorway to the kitchen in a simple flared patterned skirt and jacket. She was talking and gesturing holding a glass of wine with her back to me. The sunlight through the window seemed to shine like a spotlight directing my gaze to her bare legs, It was simple -- nothing really astonishing -- but I couldn't look away from those legs. I turned slightly to hide the beginning of my erection, while continuing to stare.

She turned and her face lit up with a wide grin and sparkling eyes. I noticed that she wet her lips as she approached me with arms open for a hug and kiss in greeting. Our lips touched, lingering maybe a beat too long and our hug ended with, "Missed you."

Though I was surrounded by in-laws and engaged in small talk, I kept her in my field of vision. Our eyes met often enough for me to hope that she was interested in keeping me close as well.

Entering the kitchen to refill my wineglass, she stood with her back by the counter. As I reached the spigot, I brushed against her side and our arms touched. Turning, glass full, I stood beside her letting one hand fall behind her to her delectable backside. I felt pressure on my hand as she moved slightly back into the touch.

Her husband strolled into the kitchen just as she took a step away from me. Seeing him she kept walking out of the room. Our ensuing conversation took me by surprise. Dan had a business trip to the coast and needed my help. Her parent's neighbour was getting married and she had been asked to represent the family.

"I don't think she knows how poor business is and that not going on this trip is not an option. Could you help me out? Don't be angry but I already talked to Jill to see if she would mind. The decision's yours obviously but she's okay with it."

"How does Adelaide feel about all this?" I asked.

"She suggested you actually."

Pretending to give this some consideration, I asked more questions and found out that the wedding would be in two weeks and within driving distance but in the States. We would leave on a Thursday and return Sunday. I agreed to help out saying I'd call later that evening after I spoke to Jill.

The rest of the get-together went without further contact with Adelaide. That night I called their home and Adelaide answered.

"So do we get one room or two?" I started.

"Oh I think two would be fine," she said using a conversational tone that indicated to me that she was not alone. "Just a minute and I'll check my calendar to be sure."

I heard a door opening and closing. "My god, you are going to get me in trouble before we even leave," she laughed.

"I told Dan I'd call and you can tell him after much soul-searching and uncertainty that I said YES," I said raising my voice for emphasis.

"Too bad you didn't call earlier. Dan is on the way out to pick up the kids."

After letting her know that I was calling from the car, I pulled a u-turn and headed back. En route I called Jill letting her know that I left my glasses back at Dan's. Ten minutes later I was watching Dan pull away from his driveway in the bay. As his taillights disappeared around the corner, I pulled closer to their house.

Her kiss in the doorway told me that I was not too presumptuous in returning. I kicked the door closed as the kiss ended. She was dressed as before but without the jacket. Her top was a wrap around white that tied at the back. I stared at her legs as we made our way into her family room.

"Wine?" she asked going to the bar.

She returned to the couch where I sat and set the glass on the table in front of me. I stopped her from sitting by gently taking her by her hips. She flushed looking down at me.

"He'll be back in half an hour so don't start anything."

By way of answer, I added pressure to her hips that caused her to make a half turn still standing in front of me. I slid one hand slowly down her side from her hip and below the hemline to touch that magnificent leg at her knee. My second hand travelled down her other side as the first moved under her dress and up to her thigh. Soon both hands were stroking her legs as she moved back to face me.

She gasped as I fingered the elastic of her panties at her waist and slid my thumbs along the sides to her crotch. She bent to press her lips onto mine with tongues touching briefly.

"Oh!" she murmured into my mouth as I ripped the panties from her body. I held them to my face smelling her deeply and noting their dampness. Both hands cupped and kneaded her ass cheeks as her legs trembled. Reaching between her legs with one hand, my forearm rested along her vulva. As I slowly sawed back and forth, continuing to massage her full ass cheeks with one hand the other traced her crack over her anus.

As she straightened up I slowly moved my arm from between her legs, keeping constant pressure with my middle finger along her labia ending with the palm pressed firmly against her slit pressing onto her emerging clit. The only sound came from the squishing caused from the alternate pressure I applied with my hand.

At her rear my hand moved up and down the back of her thigh and up to her cheek again. Her legs were starting to buckle as the pace of the caresses increased. She looked into my eyes. Her eyes were intent and her face was flushed from to her neck.

With eyes locked, I deliberately moved my hand at her opening up to my lips and touched the tip to savour its saltiness. I moved it back and sunk it into her one time and repeating the earlier action sucked the fluid from it. Her hips were now rocking slowly back and forth. I was now using the edge of my hand wedged at her ass and moved it down into her slit careful not to penetrate each time I withdrew the other.

I now used two fingers to push through her swollen lips and enter her as far as they would go. Despite her urging downward pressure and undulating hips, I removed the fingers and this time lifted them to her lips. She hungrily sucked them into her mouth and smiled slightly as I removed them.

"Damn!" she said as the headlights shone into the room and garage door opened. We quickly moved apart as I scooped her panties up and pocketed them.

The kids entered first and headed up the stairs after a brief greeting. Dan followed suit by saying that he wanted to shower before he had a glass of wine with us. I barely had enough time to let him know that I had forgotten my glasses at the party.

Adelaide had a frantic expression. I took her hand smiling. Before she could react I had pressed her back against the cushions and had my hand up her dress again. Impaled on my urgent prodding finger, I felt her legs spread. Scooping the dress from the bottom I moved it to her waist and bent low to suck in her swollen lips around my finger. Removing the finger and ignoring her silent squirming protest, I cupped her buttocks in both my hands and mashed her opening into my hungry mouth.

As I sat up again, the water stopped from the upstairs shower. I plunged two fingers into her staring intently into her eyes. Over and over again they plumbed the depths of her wet opening. Juices were flowing now out her onto my upturned palm. She suddenly stiffened as her orgasm overtook her.

I had time for one kiss and to help smooth her dress down before we heard footsteps going from the bathroom to their bedroom. A minute later Dan was walking down the stairs. Adelaide nearly flew off the couch to the bathroom on the main floor.

I sat facing Dan with a raging hard on pressing against my shorts discreetly covered by my jacket carelessly draped over my knees. I made my exit a few moments later letting him know that the wedding was a go and that I would call to find out what hotel we were booked into.

"Don't worry about that. Adelaide will call. Why don't you give her a shout during the week and you can figure out the travel schedule. I really appreciate you helping me out. I know that Adelaide is looking forward to this. It should be an exciting time for her."

I managed to keep a straight face and mumbled something again about being glad to help.Thursday

As per our plan, we were on the road by noon and arrived at our destination by three. At check-in I noticed our rooms were adjacent and as I unpacked minutes later realized that they were adjoining.

I rapped on the door between our rooms. She opened it with a smile and a slight blush at her bold move in making our reservations. I backed her into the room with our lips locked and ours hands gripping one another's asses.

Minutes later, we were stripped and laying on her bed. I shifted my body till my penis nudged apart her labia. With our eyes on one another I slowly entered her to half my length and then as slowly withdrew. We fell into a slow rhythm of lovemaking. From above her, my eyes held hers as I finally penetrated to my full length.

Her hips rotated and pressed up causing a wonderful friction between our bodies. My lips found her breasts, lapping each nipple in turn. Her eyes closed now as our pace quickened her head was thrown back and her eyes closed. I moved up and over her taking my weight off her body resting on my hands.

I raised her ass in my hands and simply fell forward. I was buried deep within her when she started to shake. She thrashed her head back and forth bucking her hips to meet my thrusting.

Deep within her, I released torrents of sperm. Her almost convulsive thrusting slowed and then stopped. Her eyes popped open.

Perspiration coated our bodies mixing with the copious amount of fluids leaking from our bodies. Flopping onto our backs, we both exclaimed, "My god!" at the same time. A moment of silence was broken by our howls of laughter.

We lay comfortably relaxed, bodies entwined and content. Some time later, we forced ourselves to prepare for the evening's activity. Dinner was at 7:30 which meant that we had an hour to get ready - and fortunately the restaurant was in the hotel. She warned me she hadn't seen most of the guests we would meet for years and because of that we had to be discreet. "We have to be friends and family. We have to leave the lover side back here in the room." I agreed.

Reluctantly, I re-entered, my room to get ready for the dinner.

Thursday -- night

I answered the knock at the door. An older couple looked surprised and apologized realizing they had the wrong room. Adelaide's door opened to the hallway. It took an awkward moment after they greeted her warmly to call them by name as she introduced me. "Nancy, Bob -- it's so great to see you!" She stepped to them and they hugged. Gesturing toward me she said, "This is Rick. He's my brother-in-law."

I shook hands with her friends. Bob looked noticeably older than Nancy and far less fit. Adelaide explained that Dan was away on business and that I had gallantly agreed to be her date for the wedding.

Declining the offer to visit in her room, the four of us made our way down to the dinner party. I managed to piece together a narrative that Adelaide had babysat their two boys when she was a teen before coming to Canada with her parents. The boys were now in their late twenties. I imagined that she had to be in her late forties. I guessed that Bob must be at least ten years older.

Entering the lobby by the restaurant, Adelaide was soon meeting old acquaintances. I was introduced but as I had little to contribute was otherwise was free to observe the group. The hosts were in their late seventies as were about half of the other guests. The wedding party looked to be in their twenties and consisted of the bride, groom and four friends. Adelaide and I were in a middle group between the two. Bob seemed more at ease with the older group of people while Nancy was a bit of a puzzle still.

Adelaide was beautiful in a simple patterned dress and heels. She was radiant as usual flashing a warm smile to each new acquaintance, while trying valiantly to make me feel a part of the evening. As we marshalled to enter the dining room, I stood beside Adelaide and casually let my arm go round her waist somewhat possessively. Careful to shield a quick ass grab, I turned sideways to her as we reached the doorway blocking the direct view of others.

I held the door politely for the next guest and caught a questioning look from Nancy and felt my face redden. Pursing her lips and playfully wagging a finger in my direction, it seemed clear that she had observed the touch. I froze momentarily as she stepped closer whispering, "No worries. Who am I to judge?"

With that she marched past me into the room and fell into step beside Adelaide. We sat at a round table with eight place settings. Nancy sat beside Adelaide, then me and Bob surprisingly ended up beside me.

While the women talked animatedly about past experiences, Bob and I talked about the trip to get here. They had flown in from New York. Over the next painfully slow hour, I learned that Bob was fifteen years older than his wife who was fifty two!

He was nearly bald with a stomach that strained the belt he wore. His tie was askew and sweat dampened his forehead. When he did speak about his wife it reminded me of Dan's attitude toward Adelaide. He was condescending and quick to criticize her. For her part, Nancy was an attractive fit blonde. She wore a loose fitting jacket over a white blouse and black skirt that reached to her knees. It seemed clear that she was nobody's fool and did not tolerate Bob's jibes without responding in kind.

What they did have in common was drinking. Before the first course was served the wine decanter on our side of the table was empty. The second was drained during the serving of the entrée. After dessert, Nancy excused herself and when she returned carried two martinis with her and set both down in front of her. Bob rose noticeably angry and headed to the bar.

Whatever Nancy was saying to Adelaide caused her to look nervous. I made an effort not to jump to conclusions about their conversation telling myself that even if she let Adelaide know that she saw the touch that it was relatively innocent.

During the speeches which went on too long, Nancy undid the buttons to her jacket. I lost the battle to not stare, especially when she arched her back to free her arms from the garment. Her blouse though tasteful was straining against what must have been 40 DD breasts. Her cleavage was impossible to ignore. I saw Adelaide's eyes widen as she too stared and then turned to glance in my direction with an accusing look. It was the same one my wife reserved for me when a beautiful woman passed us by -- 'I dare you to look' it said. I managed to be more discreet by sneaking glances rather than gawking.

I started wondering if Adelaide and I would spend the night together once this part of the evening ended when I felt breath on my ear murmuring, "Anxious to leave?"

Smiling and turning, I expected to find Adelaide, but instead stared into Nancy eyes, inches from my face.

I forced myself not to move. Far from being uncomfortable with our closeness, she brushed her lips against mine. "I envy you two."

When I protested that she had leapt to a false assumption, she touched her finger tip to my lips saying, "It's okay. No one knows. Later, you two will be together and I'll be slipping back to the bar once Bob passes out."

As she turned to walk away, I saw Bob was leaning heavily on one elbow with empty martini glasses in front of him and a fresh one in his hand. His eyes were unfocused, when I said goodnight. He glanced up confused and then slurred a response waving in my direction.

Adelaide stood talking to people on the far side of the room by the door and signalled with a glance toward the door that it was time to go. Finally! A few more minutes and we detached from the group and we were walking quickly toward our rooms.

Cautious now, we glanced down the empty hallway and then for appearances exchanged a quick hug goodnight before entering our separate rooms. As I turned to my doorway, I caught movement by the plant near the elevator and saw Nancy turn down our corridor. She stepped to a door about four down from my room, waved and disappeared inside.

Peering into Adelaide's room, I saw her moving the covers aside bent over the side adjusting the pillows. I quickly covered the distance to her bed and grabbed her to me from behind. She let out a muted shriek and laughed.

"I'm pretty worn out but we need to talk. Nancy knows. She told me that she could see that we were more than in-laws. She saw when you grabbed my butt." She sounded more sad than angry.

"She let me know too," I replied. "She also said that she had no intention of telling anyone. She actually seemed okay with it and sort of envious."

We sat in silence. When I hugged her to me, she felt stiff and resistant. "I'm sorry but I need to think about this. Don't be mad....."

I hugged her, kissed her forehead and reassured her that I understood. I stood and walked back into my room saying, "Good night. Try to get some rest. Everything is going to work out."

After flipping through the channels a couple of times, opening and closing my book, I gave up on relaxing and falling asleep anytime soon. I replayed the evening seeing in my mind's eye how careless I had been. I admit I also replayed that image of Nancy removing her jacket at dinner. She was definitely one sexy woman.

I heard her saying how Bob would be passed out and she would be at the bar. I refused to accept that that was why I was putting on my jacket again and quietly leaving my room.

The bar was surprisingly full. I recognized several people from the dinner party. I nodded politely without pausing to talk. I made my way to the far end of the bar and sat on a stool ordering a rum and coke. For all my self-talk, I was looking for Nancy. She was not there. I finished my drink and went to the washroom before heading back to my room. As I was paying the tab, I caught a glimpse of a familiar looking jacket leaving the bar. My path was blocked by our hosts for the dinner. We chatted about Adelaide and how much they enjoyed seeing her again. They thanked me for bringing her to the wedding. I was polite but curt and left as soon as I could.

The hallway was deserted. I back-tracked peeking into the bar and even checked the lobby. If it was her, I had missed her.

As I moved down the hallway, I heard a door open. A hand reached out with a glass of what appeared to be a rum and coke. I stopped and looked as Nancy's head emerged from around the door.

"Now you have to admit, I am observant", she whispered. "I just assumed you were avoiding me in the bar. Then I thought no, he's probably just drained of bodily fluids." It was obvious she was drunk.

I took the drink from her. The door opened wider in invitation though she remained hidden behind it. As entered, I heard the sound of snoring coming from their bed.

"He's out, just like I said", she slurred close to my ear behind me and pulled the door closed.

The bathroom light illuminated her sufficiently to show her legs beneath what appeared to be a diaphanous nightgown. As I stared at her body, she turned in profile giving me a breathtaking view of her breasts rising majestically clearly visible through her transparent gown. The dark nipples jutted out from her body. She shuffled somewhat unsteadily confirming my earlier impression that it was not just Bob who had continued to drink.

Her hands tugged my jacket down my arms and then she turned to hang it on the doorknob behind her. I was treated to a view of her behind as she shimmied to adjust the jacket. She turned back toward me and removed the glass from my hand. Taking a sip, she licked her lips with the tip of her tongue as she returned it. She was now closer to me and the light.

She was clearly in charge. Following the path of my eyes with her own, she commented looking down at her chest, "Oh, I should cover up -- I look cold." Shifting her eyes from her body to mine she added, "But you look hot and...tense."

If tense meant that I had a world class hard on then I was definitely tense. She held her arms out as she moved forward. It's not that I didn't want to hold her. I wanted to take her out of her dominant position.

"No thanks," I said taking a step to the side to retrieve my glass from the desk behind her. Intentionally my arm grazed her chest as I slowly brought the drink to my mouth.

As I took a drink, she looked confused. I trapped an ice cube between my teeth looked from her eyes to her chest. She looked down as well. I bent forward and pressed the ice against her tit causing the nipple to engorge on contact. The second was standing erect before I got to it. "Now you look cold."

Next, I had dribbled a stream down her cleavage and drank the liquid as I sucked each nipple. Her hands crushed my head against her chest as she gasped.

Her glass rested on the credenza beside her. I exchanged the glasses pressing hers into her hands as I stepped back. I unzipped my fly and pulled out my throbbing penis. She could not take her eyes off it. Reaching for her glass, I splashed some its liquid over its head.

"Thirsty?"

As she bent to take me into her mouth, she moaned. I moved the slender straps of the nightgown off her shoulders. Moving each hand momentarily off my erection, I was able to secure the neckline under her tits. She was forcing as much of me into her mouth as she could take.

"Open wide!" I commanded tweaking her distended nipples. She looked up at me with my cock still in her mouth as I poured the cold liquid over the shaft. She sucked again cupping my balls in her hands. The lady has some skills, I thought. I felt about ready to come so I moved back. She whimpered like a kid who just had a toy taken away.

How far could this go with her husband sleeping ten feet away? I didn't know but I was more than willing to find out. I gently pulled the chair away from the credenza so that it faced the door light.

She stood unsure what was expected of her. She was a vision standing in the dim light, her breasts held out and up by the gown tucked under her and with her nipples protruding out from each breast by a full half inch. The creamy smoothness of her skin invited touching.

She was still staring at my rigid member as I took her hands and sat her on the chair. Switching drinks again, I signalled that it was my turn. I took the hem of her gown and moved it up to her thighs. I bent taking one foot and placing it over the arm of the chair and repeated the movement with the other. She was reaching for my prick which was now at her eye level.

I backed away wanting to keep control. Snorting from the area of the bed nearly gave me pause. Quickly the loud but even snoring resumed. She had not reacted. It was as though she was in a trance as she continued to stroke my cock.

I bent now, wedging my hands under her ass and urging her to move down to the edge of the chair. On my knees now I was able to see that unlike Adelaide she was shaven with a faint v of down pointing at her slit. I set the drink on the floor beside me and moved my hands so that each thumb pried apart her lips. She had thick pouting labia that had a dewy film along each side. Drops of moisture collected at the bottom of her slit and slowly spilled onto her spread thighs.

I pressed my thumbs opening to reveal a gaping wet hole in the middle as her clit peeked out from the top. I sat up straight with my prick over her slit and scooped out another ice cube from the glass. Being careful not to penetrate her opening, I rasped the cube over her nipples as I squeezed each breast firmly. Her head moved from side to side but her eyes remained open.

I alternated the cold from the ice with the heat from my mouth until the cube had disappeared. Her moaning was steady now punctuated by sharp gasps as my teeth pulled at her sensitive nipples.

Moving lower I held my prick firmly rubbing up and down her cleft as it leaked fluid onto the chair and carpet. I shifted back, lowering my head and took a tentative swipe with my tongue up and down the slit. Raising the glass I started to pour a small amount of cold liquid over her vagina. I lapped up the coolness of the drink with the heat from her discharge. I gave her a firm slap over her opening with my cupped palm.

She stiffened as her first orgasm took control of her body. I plunged my tongue into her opening and grabbed the globes of her ass to force her firmly against my face. As the after shocks made her continue to spasm, I took the rest of the drink and holding her ass tilted her vagina pouring directly into her opening.

She had not stopped quaking as I sucked the fluid from her body. She was making mewing noises now when suddenly I realized that the snoring had stopped.

"Come to bed, Nan!" came the drunken voice.

"In a minute, I'm putting out the do not disturb sign."

Taking this as my cue, I straightened my clothes, grabbed the sign and scrambled into the hallway praying that no one would be there. I place the sign outside their room and sprinted to my door, scrambling for the key in my pants pocket noticing that my cock still stuck obscenely out of the fly. As my door opened, I glanced back. There she was stepping into the hallway completely nude. She did a slow turn, looked back and blew me a kiss.

Friday

When I woke up the phone was blinking with a message at reception. Adelaide had made arrangements for a spa treatment and would meet me for drinks later that afternoon. After spending a quiet day around town, I returned to the hotel to shower and change.

Entering the lounge, I spotted Nancy and Adelaide sitting at a table near the back of the room. I joined them with some trepidation. As I listened to their recap of their spa day, my mind went into overdrive. Call it paranoia but they were holding something back and I hated being on the outside of some kind of 'in joke'.

Like others we dressed comfortably and carried jackets in case the weather changed. The country club had old charm with a new look. Everything was immaculate. The lounge provided the option of being outdoors or in and the expanse of green led to a stand of trees some hundred feet from the clubhouse. Uniformed waiters lent a note of formality like no other barbecue that I had attended.

Nancy stood to the side of the bar while Bob sat front and center with a drink in his hand. He gave us a courtesy wave but seemed more interested in his drink than company or conversation. Nancy and Adelaide must have collaborated on their choice of clothing. Both wore pastel pink shorts with a pale blue top. Adelaide wore a blouse while Nancy wore a loose fitting sweater that hid her charms.

Looking at the two of them I could not resist doing a comparison. Nancy oozed sexuality. I knew what lay under that top but if I hadn't her long shapely legs and flirtatious manner would have been captivating. Adelaide was shorter and had much smaller breasts but her smooth shaven legs reminded me of our last encounter at her home. Her ass was still a turn on for me. It begged for attention as it swayed provocatively when she walked.

Adelaide continued to renew acquaintances, moving effortlessly from group to group. I chatted with a couple of strangers but soon gave up on attempts to find weather a fascinating topic of conversation.

"If only there was some way to spice things up around here." I turned to find Nancy standing by my corner table near the outdoor bar.

I smiled.

"How about getting me a martini?"

I returned to the table with our drinks and stared meaningfully first at her chest and then her crotch. "Where would you like your drink?"

She laughed saying, "For now how about in my hand."

Adelaide came by to introduce me to another pair of septuagenarians just as our host announced that dinner would be served in ten minutes. We were given the choice of staying outdoors or moving into the dining room. We opted to move indoors.

We were seated with two other couples who were pleasant but talked about people and places with which I was completely unfamiliar. Adelaide tried to draw me into the conversation but my contributions were limited to questions and long bouts of silence. Once the meal ended I got up to get us a brandy from the bar. By the time I returned the table was empty. I noticed Adelaide on the far side of the room. When we had eye contact, she gave a shrug telling that told me it wasn't her idea to move. I nodded, smiled and left the room.

I took my coffee out to the patio. Sipping the brandy I enjoyed the night air and the relative quiet. Workers were setting up speakers for a dance that starting in an hour. I could not imagine that we would be able to slip away before the music started.

I drained my brandy and carried the one for Adelaide with me as I strolled along a path further away from the clatter of tables being cleared. The next thing I knew Nancy had taken my arm and had fallen into step beside me. We walked in silence for the next couple of minutes. I was aware of the bounce of her breasts on my arm as we meandered down the path.

Without realizing it, we had taken a circular path that led us back to the parking lot. The club lay before us through stands of birches that lined the promenade. My resolve to keep a low profile was tested when she moved her arm around my waist pulling me into contact with the heat from her breast. We were halfway down the path, when my resolve slipped away. Taking her by the arm, I moved off the path past a stand of birches into a secluded sitting area.

My hand travelled under her sweater to cup her full breasts over her lace bra as her hands massaged my tented pants. As her front clasp released her bare breasts, my fly opened and her hand touched me inside my shorts. Our heavy breathing and her moans all but drowned out the voices and music coming from the club.

With her back against a tree, I pulled her shorts down with a quick tug. My hand explored between her legs over a patch of pink silk. Her hands were busy freeing my raging prick from my shorts. I could feel the dampness of my precum as it coated her hand that was sliding up and down my shaft. I moved her panties to the side to touch her bare mound.

A couple was passing by us only ten feet away. We turned against the tree, keeping it between us and the passers by. As the couple move on, we renewed our feverish groping.

I stepped back discarding my shorts. Her breasts rose and fell, pale save for the red raised by my eager fingers. Her nipples poked proudly forward dark brown against her pale skin. She had an athletic flat stomach giving way to generous hips. Her legs long and tapered were spread slightly. Her crotch was completely bare.

I moved to her. Her juices coated my hand as I cupped her vagina in my open hand. First one then two fingers entered her effortlessly. We were out of control with lust. Her hand flew up and down my shaft keeping pace with the repeated thrusting of my fingers in her body. Too soon I felt the onset of a climax building.

The first strand of cum sprayed beside us and before the second spewed she freed herself and stooped to take me into her mouth. She sucked and swallowed till the stream had subsided. She stood mashing her mouth on mine, her body quaking in orgasm as my fingers again found her wet opening. I tasted my own cum on her lips. She was coming in spurts now as my lips suckled on her engorged nipples.

I dropped to my knees as she put one leg over my shoulder giving me access to her dripping vulva. I lapped at her smooth hairless lips like a parched maniac. She was shaking so violently that I feared she would fall. I removed my face from her crotch to grind my palm along her slit pressing the heel into her opening. I could feel the hardness of her sensitive clit and alternately lightly pinched, then flicked it while continuing my palm kept pressure on her opening.

My hard on was almost painful. I stood as she started to kneel as her legs buckled. She slid down in such a way that my cock brushed against her swollen tits. Reaching down, I guided my shaft between them pressing them together. I was savagely pulling her nipples now as she took hold of her breasts. The tip of my now purple head poked through the pillows of her tits. She took me into her mouth. Moaning loudly she freed me feeding my length deep into her throat.

The sensation of the night air, her talented mouth and public sex was too much. I unleashed ropes of cum into her mouth as I fucked her face so violently that semen was forced out the sides of her mouth.

I pulled her to her feet as my cock plopped from her talented mouth. I turned her sideways to have access to her ass and cunt. With one hand squeezing her cheeks the other buried three fingers deep into her folds. Bending slightly I moved my back hand between her legs to wet my middle finger in her leaking juices. She was rocking back and forth now finding a tempo for our simulated fucking.

As she moved back, I placed my finger against her anus. She was chanting, "God, God,... over and over as she started to squirt in release. As she tensed, my finger penetrated her anal ring. She went berserk convulsing and quaking steadying herself by placing a hand on a tree.

Voices came to us from down the path. We moved apart hastily finding discarded clothing and awkwardly dressing. By now we could hear Bob and Adelaide talking as they approached our nook heading toward the parking lot. We were able to slip through an opening between birches making a short cut to the parking end of the walkway. We turned as though returning from the lot.

"There you are," they said in unison.

"Would you mind if we call it a night?" Adelaide suggested. "I feel a headache coming on."

Relieved, we said goodnight and continued on to the car as Bob and Nancy turned back, in all likelihood to the bar.

I learned on the drive home that Bob had trapped Adelaide and talked her ear off about how ungrateful Nancy was and that she was constantly flirting with men in front of him. I stifled an urge to laugh as the image of me in their room came to me. Adelaide had managed to get him outside to end the spectacle that his loud antics were causing.

She grew silent, looking flustered. "Don't get mad but I have to tell you something." She avoided eye contact looking out at the passing traffic as we drove to the hotel.

"He made a pass at me. I was walking in front of him toward the path and he grabbed me." She looked at me gauging my response. "I moved his hand away but he kept squeezing my tush. I didn't know what to do so I just sped up down the path. He could hardly walk on his own so he finally gave up."

By now her headache was real. I reached over to put my arm around her drawing her to me with her head resting on my arm.

"So when we saw you and Nancy and she looked ...sort of....ah....flustered, I wondered if she came onto you."

I reassured her that Nancy was bombed like her husband and that was why we were getting some air. That seemed to satisfy her and she relaxed lost in thought the rest of the way to the hotel.

Back in her room, she took a Tylenol while I wet a cloth with cold water for her neck and forehead. She removed her blouse and shorts and lay back with her feet on my lap as I massaged them gently. Before long she had nodded off. When I moved her legs to stand, they parted long enough for me to notice what appeared to be a clean shaven puss under her sheer nylon panties!

"I'm sorry", she murmured. I stopped my hand from travelling higher than her knee.

I covered her and kissed her good night. "There's always tomorrow. I can hardly wait to get a better look at your surprise."

She was smiling as I left her room for mine.