It was Christmas Eve and my wife’s sister, Julie, rang asking if she could stay as her own holiday plans were in disarray due to her missing her flight to the USA. We were not too pleased but agreed to let her join us.
Later that day she arrived somewhat upset and immediately set about drowning her sorrows. My experiences of Julie were that she could drink most men under the table whilst her sister my wife only had to smell the cork and she would be rat arsed.
Christmas dinner passed off with Julie and my wife knocking back the wine or so I thought resulting in my wife almost passing out. Julie helped me put her to bed and she stayed with her while I did the washing up. I had almost finished when Julie came into the kitchen to lend a hand, our kitchen isn’t big so it was not unusual for Julie to brush up against me as she squeezed past to put the plates away.
As she wriggled by for the third time she put both her arms around me and hugged me close to her thrusting her large breasts into my back. Telling her to behave made no difference as her hands reached down and rubbed the front of my trousers. Feeling the growing bulge she said part of me obviously didn’t want her to stop and she quickly lowered my zip and inserted her hand into my fly and boxers taking hold of my semi erect cock and gently massaging it.
With her other hand she undid my trousers which dropped to the floor around my ankles, these were quickly followed by my boxer shorts. Still holding my by now erect cock she turned me around and dropped to her knees and took my cock to her lips drawing its whole length deep into her mouth. I stood rooted to the spot as she moved back and forth sucking and teasing me with her tongue.
Julie was doing things with her mouth my wife had never done to me and quite soon I felt myself cum. Julie didn’t flinch as I shot my load down the back of her throat but sighed and swallowed the lot, sucking on my cock till she had extracted the last drop. Then bold as brass she waltzed out of the kitchen to see if her sister was ok leaving me standing in the kitchen.
After regaining my cool I sat down in the lounge to watch some telly. I was reading the TV mag when I heard Julie returning from upstairs. Turning to ask how my wife was I was shocked at what I saw Julie was almost naked except for a set of sexy black underwear and stockings. Before I could speak she said that her sister was sleeping like a baby and we wouldn’t be disturbed.
She walked over to me and parked herself on my lap and began to kiss me forcing her tongue deep into my mouth. She took my hand and placed it over her lace covered breast, feeling the softness of her breast beneath it I gently squeezed and massaged it from the cup of her bra and felt her erect nipple which I tweeked and rolled between my fingers. Julie then took my hand and guided it towards her thong which barely covered her bulging mound.
As my hand traced her fanny lips through the silky material I could feel her pubic hairs which spilled out either side. Julie broke away from me and stood up and reached for my hand and led me upstairs to our spare bedroom.
Once inside she removed her bra and thong exposing her fantastic breasts and the dark hairs which covered her fanny, she pleaded with me to remove my own and join her on the bed. Hesitating I said I would take a quick look in on the wife and come back. Helen the wife appeared to be still fast asleep so I sneaked back across the landing to Julie who was by now laying on her back, legs apart in just her stockings.