I took Trish’s right hand and brought it underneath her and place it on her pussy.
“Play with yourself” I told her. “I want to feel you playing with your pussy and having an orgasm.”
All at once I felt her hands going on her sex. I wasn’t sure if she would be a prude but she was just as close to having an orgasm as I was. She started to moan and I could feel her pussy gripping me as I leaned back and started fucking her hard. I felt her start to climax and I started fucking her for all I was worth. I felt myself coming and pulled out just in time to paint her beautiful ass with my sperm. I stroked myself onto her then quickly grabbed one of the towels she was getting ready to take outside and ran it over her ass.
Trish was still dazed in the laundry room as I hurriedly got dressed and high tailed it outside. I made it out just in time to see Mr. Majestik’s last trick. He wasn’t bad – I went right up to my brother afterwards and slapped him on the back.
“Good pick Jim, that guy was really good.”
Chapter 4
Pam and I were in bed that night. I was shot, and for once not even in the mood to fool around. Pam has horny though. I think spending the day with our families and watching me with our kids was a natural aphrodisiac for Pam. She was thrilled that my relationship with my brother and his wife had gotten much warmer all of a sudden, and she was currently using her mouth to show me how pleased she was.
I reached down and smoothed the hair from her face so I could watch her suck on my dick. She wasn’t great at giving head but the mere fact she was putting forth the effort was a turn on and I was as hard as a rock. For her part she was bobbing up and down on my hard dick like a pro – I watched her working the dick that had been in my sister-in-law’s pussy only seven hours ago and couldn’t help but wonder if she tasted anything out of the ordinary.
I was trying to decide what to do next with Trish. The birthday party thing had come up all of a sudden – I had planned on dropping in on her from time to time during the day when I knew Jim wasn’t around. Having her as a captive audience during her own kid’s birthday party was an added bonus, but I wanted to keep our thing confined to when I knew no one else would be around.
I reached down and felt Pam’s pussy – she was soaking wet and she moaned as soon as she felt my hand probing her. I thought about how Trish had moaned once I started sucking on her pussy. I stuck a finger in Pam’s pussy to get it lubricated and then brought my hand out and eased the finger into her ass. She immediately lifted her head off of my dick and moaned.
“Ohhhhhh. What are you doing babe? You’ve been awfully interested in my ass lately” she said with a croak in her voice.
I pushed her head back to my dick and returned to thinking about Trish. I thought about how I had put her hands on her own pussy and how quickly she had gotten herself off – so surprising for such a good church girl. Then I realized what I wanted to do to her next.
Chapter 5
I worked from home that Wednesday. Ordinarily I would have done a Thursday thing but I knew Pam would be out all day on Wednesday so I would have fewer questions to have to answer from her. As always, I showed up to Trish’s house unannounced and enjoyed her look of unease as she answered the door.
“Hi Mar…I mean hi master” she stammered.
“Hi Trish” I said as I walked past her into the house.
She clearly wasn’t expecting me – she wasn’t expecting anyone. She was wearing a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, and she still looked great.
“I figured you’d be coming here tomorrow” she said.
“Into the bedroom” I commanded her.
Trish went obediently into the bedroom and turned and looked at me. For the first time since I’d entered the house she realized I had something in my hand and her eyes dropped to the bag I was holding.
I put the bag on her night stand and stepped towards her. I grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and lifted it over her head, revealing her magnificent breasts in a bra matching the ordinary theme of the sweatpants. I then hooked my hands in the waistband of her sweatpants and pulled them to the floor, taking my time to run my hands back up her legs to her panty clad ass.
Trish sighed as I ran my hands over her. I stood up and told her “take the bra and panties off and get on the bed.”
Without a word she stepped back from me and reached behind her to unsnap her bra. Her heavy tits sprang free as she slipped the bra off her shoulders and then slipped her panties off her body one leg at a time. I started to take off my pants as she climbed up on the bed. I was already hard – rock hard. She sat up on the bed on her knees and was looking at my hard cock as it stood straight at attention.
“I am not going to fuck you today” I said to her as I reached for the bag I put on her nightstand. “I want you to fuck yourself.”
I pulled the vibrator out of the bag. It was big – pretty damn close to being as big as my cock, with a bulbous vibrating base. She looked wide eyed at the dildo in disbelief.
“What? I’ve never used anything like that before!” she said in half disgust.
“Get busy Trish” I said. “You’ll like it once you get used to it.
She sighed and took the fake cock from me in both hands. She sat back on the bed and spread her legs. I could tell even from where I was sitting that her pussy was already wet. She put the head of the big fake cock up against her pussy and rubbed it back and forth to get it lubricated.
I already had my pants off. I stripped off my shirt and sat across from her in a chair in their bedroom. I had no intention of fucking her this time – unless she failed miserably with the vibrator. I wanted to see her fuck herself with this big tool – I figured nothing would be more degrading for a girl like Trish than being forced to fuck her own pussy.
She had the tip wet and had managed to work it into her pussy. She gasped and pulled it back out, looked at me, and started to work it in again.
“That’s it Trish” I said to her. “Fuck your pussy with that vibrator. I want to see you get the entire thing in you. Tell me how it feels.”
She had it about half way in. She had to sit at an awkward angle to be able to push the monster dildo into herself – she was half leaning forward so that her tits were hanging and I could tell her nipples were hard.
“It feels good” she said reluctantly. “Not as good as a real cock but good.”
“Does my cock feel better?” I asked her.
“Uh huh” she answered reluctantly. She had managed to get three quarters of the vibrator in this time.
“I want to see you playing with yourself Trish – I want to see you come” I told her.
She had almost the entire vibrator in her now. I could see her pussy stretched out against its base as she took a break from fucking herself with it and she started rubbing her clit. I could hear her breathing quicken as her fingers started strumming her pussy.
I had already started pumping my own cock. Watching her fuck herself with that dildo was driving me crazy but I told myself I wasn’t fucking her this time, I wanted her to play with herself in front of me to further degrade herself. She was looking at me with eyes that were half glazed over now as she got herself closer to orgasm using her own fingers.
I watched her as I pumped my own cock and knew that I was probably close to coming myself. I took a momentary break and got up to come over to the bed where she was fucking herself. I reached between her legs and grasped the vibrator, snapping her out of her momentary haze and causing her to gasp. I turned the knob at the base which I don’t even think she was aware of at that point and the vibrator hummed to life. Trish’s eyes flew open as she let out a low moan.
“Keep playing with your pussy” I told her as I continued stroking my own cock. I hadn’t needed to tell her though, and I’m not sure she even heard me anyway. Once the vibrator had started jolting her from the inside out she frantically rubbed herself a few more times and then started convulsing in climax. I reached down and switched the vibrator back off
as she fell back on the bed shaking.
I returned my attention to pumping my own dick as she laid there quivering in her post orgasm daze. I looked down at my sister-in-law’s body, laying back on the bed with the vibrator still in her pussy and her eyes half closed and I felt myself start to come. I immediately pointed at Trish’s beautiful tits and sprayed several jets of warm sperm onto her naked tits. Trish was momentarily aware of me while I leaked out onto her chest and then closed her eyes again.
I looked down at the vibrator still stuck in her satiated pussy. “Trish – Trish!” I said to her, trying to bring her back to consciousness. “Get up and clean that vibrator” I said to her, already envisioning what I would be doing to Pam tonight with it…
The Sister-in-Law Submissive 3
Sylvia Redmond
Chapter 1
He thinks I am a good church girl who has never done these things before. He thinks I’ve never slept with anyone other than his brother before. He thinks he needs to force me to do all these things. And the fact that he doesn’t know any different excites me even more. But he doesn’t know the truth.
I love it when he does those things to me that his brother won’t do.
I love my husband, I really do. I never meant to do anything that would jeopardize my marriage or my family. In fact, I have spent the better part of the last twelve years trying to make up for the girl I was when I was younger. There is no nice way to say it - from the time I hit puberty until I was roughly 23 years old I was a slut, plain and simple.
It was the natural path for me to take, I suppose. My parents split up when I was 10 years old and I supposed I blamed my mother for making my father leave. Looking back now I know that’s a bunch of bullshit; he was not a great father and he was probably a worse husband. Whatever the reason, I was angry and without discipline and did what I knew would make my mother angry, I fucked around with boys. A lot.
Maybe some girls mature when they go to college, but in my case I just got worse. If you want to go down the psycho-babble road I was probably looking for a strong male figure in my life, or looking for the male acceptance my father never gave me or something like that. I was never clinically diagnosed, but all I know is I screwed guys like my ship was going down. Like a drug addict, I was heading down a path of total self-destruction, and I’m surprised I managed to graduate college at all.
I did graduate, and I did fix my relationship with my mother, and I did decide to turn my life around. I started to go to church because that’s what normal, non-slutty girls did. I stopped going to the bars and I stopped sleeping with every guy I met. I met Jim at church and I was finally dating someone who knew me only as a “good girl”. I made Jim wait months before I slept with him – in my previous life I would have slept with him the day I met him. And then we were married within six months.
Nobody knew about my past, which was exactly the way I wanted it. As far as anyone knew I grew up a rich, privileged virgin who had gone to church her entire life. I still got the stares from men that all good looking girls deal with, but that was fine. Hell, even my future brother-in-law undressed me with his eyes every chance he got. But nobody knew my secret.
But like a recovering alcoholic, all I needed was a little sip to knock me off the wagon and now I’m struggling to put the pieces of my life back together. My neighbor Frank was one of those guys who would constantly hit on me when Jim wasn’t around. My previous life was so exciting with me sleeping with so many men I think I just had a moment of weakness. I think even a normal wife gets secretly thrilled when a new man expresses interest in her – think about what it must be for someone like me. I tried so hard to be good for so long. After nearly ten years of monogamous marriage, I screwed up and had an affair with Frank.
I originally told myself I would be able to control the affair and would end it when I was ready, and I still believe to this day that this is true. Frank lives on my street and has a wife and children and can’t afford to screw up his marriage any more than I can. In fact, I had already decided to end it after sleeping with him one more time. I could manage this, Jim would never find out. And then my brother-in-law Mark caught me.
From the moment I started dating my husband his brother Mark has always leered at me. Whenever we are together at a family function I can feel his eyes on my tits and ass. I have done my best to avoid him or give him dirty looks from the moment we met because he represents everything about my previous life that I have been trying to hide. I think the truth is, there is a part of me – the bad part of me – that has always wanted to fuck him. I really think that is part of the reason that I had my affair with Frank, I think I was just trying to get it out of my system.
Mark catching me in the affair has turned my life upside down. I’ve already ended my affair prematurely with Frank and made him angry, but now I have my brother-in-law holding it over my head. Not a week goes by where he doesn’t come by the house to do things to me, or have me do things to him. The thing Mark doesn’t know is that I spend each week waiting for him to come here to tell me what to do.
I love that he forces me to call him Master.
Being treated like a whore excites me in a way that makes me feel young again.
Chapter 2
I was sitting in church Sunday morning. The same pew Jim and I had been sitting in for close to 10 years now, with the minister preaching one of his fire-and-brimstone sermons that I had heard a hundred times before. I was sitting holding my husband’s hand and to the casual observer I probably looked like I was contemplating the minister’s every word, but my thoughts were a million miles away.
I was thinking about some of the things I had done in college and how they weren’t that different from what my brother-in-law was making me do now. I thought about the promise I had made to myself when I married Jim that I would never behave like that again. I looked at the minister and realized that we had been married on that very pulpit ten years ago. How ironic that I was sitting here now, ruminating over my recent sinful pleasures.
I got the sensation of eyes on me and looked over my shoulder to see Frank looking at me from half way across the church. The look he gave me was somewhere between anger and pleading but he only held my gaze for a second before looking away. He was there with his family too after all – to risk much more than that would be risking a lot. But I knew he was not happy with my abrupt ending of our affair. I suppose he still had more questions than answers about why I broke it off so suddenly.
I think Frank is really one of those genuine nice guys, the ones that usually finish last. He just also happened to be one of those guys that got bored with his wife and started playing the flirting game with me. Fortunately or unfortunately for him, it happened to be at a time when I was feeling that old dirty itch, and decided to have a fling with him. I suppose I owe him more of an explanation for my abrupt ending of our affair.
The minister had finished his diatribe and we were standing to sing a hymn. I needed to get my life back in order. I had let my slutty habits from the past get the better of me and I was starting to lose control. I needed to reign myself in and calm my life down again. I felt eyes on me again and realized it was my husband this time. I looked at him and he smiled at me – I returned the smile and gave his hand a squeeze.
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I went to get our youngest from the playschool room in the church while Jim went outside after the service. Frank caught me in the hallway and pulled me aside. He spoke quietly, in the hushed tones you would expect from a man speaking to his mistress in their church.
“I have to see you Trish, you at least owe me an explanation” he said to me.
I looked at his pleading eyes. I knew he was right, at the very least I owed him an explanation. I had fully expected to break it off with him like an adult and give him an explanation along with several fond going away memories until my brother-in-law swooped in on my like a ravenous hawk.
“I know, I know” I told Frank. “You’re right, I
do owe you an explanation. Just not here, not now. I will be in touch with you, I promise.”
Chapter 3
“Master, I have a problem” I managed to pant out to Mark.
It was Thursday. That was the routine for some reason. It had all started on a Thursday so I suppose that was as good a reason as any. It was a Thursday that I had been home fooling around with Frank and my brother-in-law Mark stopped by and caught me. I guess Thursday was a convenient day of the week for Mark to work from home so he had stopped by on Thursdays ever since. And it was also the reason that Thursday was now my favorite day of the week.
“Problem? What kind of problem?” Mark asked.
Whack!
It was the sash from a robe that I had hanging in the closet. It was strong enough to sting but soft enough to not leave a mark. I knew Mark was sensitive about not leaving any trace on my body that his brother might see, but he was still determined enough to get his point across. The gently sting on my ass sent a jolt right through me that made every part of my body tingle.
“It’s Frank, the guy I had the affair with, the guy you saw me with. I ended it with him, I swear I did.” I needed to stop to catch my breath because Mark was not slowing down in the least. “He’s insistent about talking to me, he says I at least owe him an explanation.”
I was waiting for the sting on my ass again but it didn’t come. I was on my hand and knees on my bed with a sash tied around my eyes. This is the first time that Mark had blindfolded me, but not necessarily the first time I’ve been blindfolded. I couldn’t see anything short of a little trickle of light at the outer edges of my eyes. It was just enough to keep me sensory deprived other than what was going on between my legs.
Mark’s single most distinguishing feature, now that I knew him the way that I did, was his size. My husband’s cock is roughly in proportion to what I have often heard quoted as the male average. His brother Mark has been gifted by nature with something at least fifty percent bigger. I believe my husband is a logical genius, which serves him well as an attorney; his brother instead received the gift of physical endowment.
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