Stranded With Samantha

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Caution: This Erotic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Fiction, Incest, InLaws, First, Anal Sex, .

Desc: Erotic Sex Story: His wife arranges for him to be stranded with her sister. So he can fuck her.

My wife's sister is the perfect ice maiden. I've known her for ten years and she seldom smiles. She's very hard to talk to and seems to have absolutely no sense of humor. She has a boyfriend that is just as stuffy and uncomfortable to be around as she is. They teach together at the same elementary school in a town about twenty miles from where we live and we see them occasionally; too often to suit me. My wife calls her up and asks her out to eat about once a month. It's something I hate but my wife is someone that loves everyone and she loves her sister for some reason. For me, I've never known anyone less loveable.

It's not that she's unpleasant or rude, it just seems like her personality is a black hole that sucks the life from the room. She's very nice to look at. She has long black hair, eyes that are so blue you would think she was wearing contacts and the same killer body my wife has. I've always loved looking at her if it wasn't for that null void she has for a personality.

My wife set up another of those dinner dates and I expressed my frustration. "Jesus Christ, Ann; why do you do this to me? You might as well set up dinner for us with a cardboard cutout. You know I hate this."

"I know, baby; but I love Samantha. You know that. I wish she wasn't like she is, but she's my little sister and I love her. What else do you have to do that's better?"

"Well, let's see: I could sit and twiddle my thumbs. That would be more exciting. I could eat glass or listen to fingernails scrape on chalkboards. That would be better too. Is that nard Julian coming?"

"No, I know you don't like him," Ann said.

"I don't like her either," I told her. "I'd rather take you out for dinner and come home. I'll fuck your brains out."

"You'll do that anyway," she giggled. "I wish someone would fuck Sam's brains out. I think that's what she needs." She looked at me speculatively.

"What is going on in that devious mind?" I asked her.

"Don't you think she's hot?" she asked.

"Well, she's built right. She's about as hot as a life-sized doll though. The doll would be more interesting."

"Would you fuck her if I asked you to?"

"Jesus, Ann; what the hell is wrong with you? I wouldn't cheat on you! I'd rather cut off my nuts. You would cut off my nuts! No, I wouldn't fuck her under any circumstances. If I weren't married to you I wouldn't fuck her. I'd rather fuck a rubber toy."

"I fuck rubber toys and you like to watch," she said. "You like to fuck me with them and watch me squirm."

"My God, you're serious about this, aren't you? You really want me to fuck your sister! Jesus, Ann, what the hell is wrong with you?"

"I love Sam. I want her to be happy. Julian is a tool and I don't think they even have sex. I wouldn't be surprised if she was a virgin. Please do this for me baby."

"Are you going to fuck my brother?"

"No, I'll never share my pussy with another man. I would share your cock with Sam. It's different with women, Trace. I couldn't survive the emotions of letting another man fuck me. I know you; you could fuck hundreds of women and not feel a thing. I'm not like that."

"Neither am I," I told her. "I don't fuck around on you, Ann. That would mess me up emotionally. I love you, baby. I don't want to fuck anyone else."

"I know, and I'm glad. I don't want you to fuck around, just Sam. I'd like to fuck her too."

"Oh my God," I exploded. "You want me to fuck your sister and you want to fuck her too. You're a very naughty girl, Ann."

"Yes, I'm horny just thinking about it. I want to fuck now, Trace."

I took her there in the kitchen. I have to admit that the thought of Ann fucking her sister was hot! I pulled her dress off over her head. She never wears a bra around the house. I love being able to slide my hand under her shirt anytime I want and feel up those fantastic breasts. She loves it too and we wind up fucking all over the house. She had on a pair of little yellow lace panties and I pushed them to the side and slid my cock into her dripping pussy. She groaned as I bent her over the counter and pounded her from behind.

"God, Trace; that feels good. Give me that big cock,"

She came easily and often and it wasn't long before I was filling her pussy with my cum. She went off again when she felt me spurting inside her and we wound up on the sofa, spooned up together.

"So you'll do it?" she asked.

"Are you crazy?" I asked. "No, I won't do it. Don't ask me again."

She ignored me and over the next three weeks she kept at it. She fucked me three times a day, every time she begged and gradually my will eroded until finally I lost my mind and agreed. I had no idea just how devious she was. She had a plan. I told her I had no idea how to fuck Samantha. It would be like trying to seduce a plant. She was never alone with me and I had no idea how to make that happen. Ann did. It was genius. She really wanted this bad!

She invited Samantha to spend the week at our cabin up on the mountain. She had been watching the weather. It had been mild and the roads were open up there. It's snowed in for weeks at a time, but it was open for now. There was a big storm expected Saturday night. We would go up on Friday and Samantha would meet us there. She was going to fake an emergency at the hospital where she was a surgeon and text Sam at the last minute, telling her she would come up Saturday. The snow would move in and Samantha and I would be trapped up there for a few days. She wouldn't be able to come up and Sam and I would be alone.

"Work your charms when you get her by herself," she told me. "You're a very charming man, Trace. I'm counting on you. Fuck her silly for a week and I'll guarantee she'll become a different person. I was shy and quiet before I met you. Can you do it?"

"I'd rather go to the dentist," I told her. "Are you sure, baby? I'd much rather be stranded with you if I have to be stranded."

"I know, we'll get stranded another time. Please do this for me, baby. I'll owe you for years if you will."

"I'll do it if you let me fuck your sexy little ass," I told her. She doesn't like anal much. We've done it a couple of times and she's very reluctant to give it up. She likes it once we get going but not the beginning or having cum in her ass.

"Damn, Trace; I can't believe you'd extort anal out of me like that."

"That's my terms," I said. "I don't want to do this anyway."

"Ok," she agreed reluctantly. "I'll do it. You're an asshole though."

"Yes, an asshole that's going to cum in your asshole," I told her.

"Yuck," she said. "I can't believe you like that so much. It feels terrible! I like cum in my mouth or my pussy. Not back there though. It's disgusting, Trace."

"Not to me," I told her. "I love your ass. I want to touch it all the time. It's your fault for having such a sexy one. I'll fuck your little pussy first and make you cum a hundred times."

She set everything up and I made the drive up to the cabin. Samantha was already there when I arrived and she told me she had got the text just as she arrived. We made stilted conversation for a while. I asked her about school and she warmed up a little. She had been having trouble with a parent. He kept trying to pick up his kid but he was non-custodial and the kid's mother didn't want her seeing him. He had showed up at school and given Sam a hard time. They had to call the police and they arrested the guy.

"Does that sort of thing happen much?" I asked her.

"You'd be surprised," she said. "Over half the kids in my home room don't live with both their birth parents and it isn't getting any better. We have lists of who is supposed to pick them up. People not on the lists try to pick them up all the time. Usually it's a neighbor or a grandparent and we get it all sorted out. Some of them get nasty and abusive about it."

"Well that really sucks for the kid," I said. "Can you imagine seeing your Dad taken away in cuffs?"

"No, I can't imagine," she said. "You know Dad died when I was five. I would have loved to have him pick me up from school." She became a little wistful. I think that was the most emotion I ever saw from her. This was going well!

"How well do you remember him?" I asked her.

"Not well; I remember some things. I remember his pipe and the way it smelled. It was really nice. I remember him taking Ann and I to the park and playing with us. We went out for ice cream every Wednesday evening until he died. I missed him dreadfully for a long time. I still do." There were tears in those big blue eyes and she shook a little as a sob escaped.

I put my arm around her and hugged her. We were sitting on the sofa drinking beer. She stiffened when I hugged her then relaxed. I petted her hair. It was very soft and wavy, bouncing under my touch.

"I don't like to think about it," she said, pulling away and getting up. "It's late. Thanks for asking, Trace, but I'm going to bed. See you in the morning."

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