Dianne hadn't seen her sister-in-law Ellen in well over a week, though she had spoken with her the night before on the phone, learning that her brother Bill was out of town on business and wouldn't be returning until Sunday evening.
"Any plans for Saturday?" Dianne had asked.
"No, not really, just the usual, dusting, mopping, changing the sheets on the bed," she'd added with a smile in her tone of voice.
Dianne envied her sister-in-law in that way, knowing her brother as well as she did, remembering when growing up together how sexual he had been back then, and especially when he'd met and had begun dating Ellen. Thinking back, she laughed ... the number of times she'd covered for the two of them, keeping an eye out for their parents if they were out for any length of time at all, just so her brother Bill and Ellen could spend the time fucking one another's brains out while she stood guard. She'd even seen them doing it, neither one of them squeamish at all at her being there, which had on many occasions made her horny, so much so that she'd ended up masturbating in her room later just for some relief.
"He always did like fresh sheets," Dianne chuckled still remembering. "They always aroused him for some reason."
Now it was Ellen's turn to laugh, "Yeah, I know," she giggled excitedly.
Ellen really did feel more like a sister to her rather than just her brother's wife. They had always gotten along very well, sharing secrets not only about Bill, but about some of the other men in both of their lives. When it came time to marry, Dianne had been Ellen's maid of honor, and visa versa when a year later Dianne married Steven.
"So how about you?" Ellen asked. "Anything fun and exciting happening for you over the weekend?"
"Nah, you know Steven," Dianne said once again trying to hide her disappointment, once again envious of her sister-in-law. "All he ever thinks about is watching the games, or going to them over the weekend, so I'll probably just curl up in bed with a good book later on and enjoy that."
"Maybe you should make it a naughty one at least," Ellen suggested. "After all, we are meeting on Wednesday for the naughty book review," she reminded her.
"Well I'll certainly be doing that, but it sort of sucks getting all aroused after having read something, and then half begging Steven to even do something about it after I am."
"Who said anything about Steven?" Ellen quipped suggestively.
Dianne felt herself blushing over the phone, she'd been doing a lot of that lately already. "Yeah well," she grinned back speaking. "Even that gets old after a while," she finally admitted.
They had shared a few more pleasantries, and then had hung up looking forward to their weekly little get together with the rest of the girls, which included Ellen's younger sister Michelle and her partner/lover Sharon. There was also another woman who'd recently joined their group, Laurel, who currently worked for one of those erotic stories websites, and who had often read excerpts from some of the stories posted there. One of the highlights of their evening as everyone had found many of the stories she'd brought with her highly arousing as well as entertaining.
It just so happened that Dianne's errands on Saturday brought her within just a few blocks of where Ellen and Bill lived. Since Ellen had already told her she didn't have any real plans other than cleaning the house, she decided to swing by and visit with her, especially as Steven wouldn't even miss Dianne until it was dinnertime.
Pulling up in front of the house, she saw Ellen's car parked in the driveway, and knew she was home. Walking up to the front porch, she knocked. Inside, she could hear movement, expecting Ellen to open the door for her momentarily, but after several seconds without her having done so, she knocked again, this time getting a response, but even that an unexpected one.
"Be right there!" Came Ellen's voice from inside. Dianne waited, finally hearing the lock being turned, the door opening though she'd been standing there for several minutes patiently waiting.
"Dianne!" Ellen said breathlessly and with a surprised tone and look in her eyes upon seeing her sister-in-law. "Sorry, I wasn't expecting anyone," she offered sheepishly beckoning for Dianne to come in. They kissed one another in greeting, but Dianne could see that Ellen's face was flushed and that she was still trying to catch her breath as though she'd been running or something. But even more oddly, she was also wearing her bathrobe, and it was well after noon, which was once again strange for Ellen to be doing as she never seemed the sort to be lazy, especially when she said she had cleaning to do.
"Come at a bad time?" Dianne asked curiously looking about. The house was spotless, just as it always was.
"Oh no, not at all, I was just ah ... well cleaning, like I told you," she offered, but her explanation seemed forced when she spoke, especially with any real lack of evidence about that that's what she'd been in the middle of actually doing when Dianne arrived.
The only room that appeared a little disheveled, if you even wanted to call it that was the den as they entered, though even that was to be expected since it was the one room in the house Ellen and Bill spent a majority of their time in whenever they were home. The problem was, Dianne had been here on several occasions, and it had never looked quite this much in disarray before, several pillows that were normally on the couch now lying on the floor, the TV remote on the floor as well, another minor oddity as that was one of Bill's minor quirks, he always had to have it sitting nearby his chair on the table.
"Sit down, sit down!" Ellen beamed smiling, seeing Dianne's curious expression as she scanned her eyes about the room. "Like I said, just doing some cleaning, going through the couch cushions for loose change," she said apologetically, tossing a couple of the pillows from the floor back onto the couch for Dianne to use. "Would you like some coffee? I think I still have enough for a couple of cups if you'd like, or ... I can even make fresh!"
Ellen was talking a thousand miles an hour, obviously there was more going on than what met the eye here, though Dianne couldn't for the life of her think of what it was. If she didn't know her sister-in-law better, she'd almost be suspicious she'd been entertaining someone, but as she'd heard no other sounds, voices, not to mention the fact she felt like she knew her sister-in-law better than that, especially as she and Bill certainly didn't seem to be having any marital problems, she chocked it up to her own overactive imagination.
"Sure, that would be great," Dianne told her, and then watched as Ellen scurried off into the kitchen to pour their coffee.
Once again spotting the remote, Dianne retrieved it, intending to place it back on the table next to the chair where she'd seen it sitting over a hundred times or more whenever she'd come over. Glancing over towards the TV, she noticed however that the CD player was still showing "play", so obviously a movie of some sort was still on even though the TV screen itself was off. As she rose to replace the remote back where it belonged, she reached for and picked up yet another throw pillow, intending to toss it back behind her on the couch, as she did so, she felt something odd stuffed inside the cover protecting the pillow itself, and curiously slipped her hand in retrieving the object, when she did, her eyes opened wide turning into saucers just as Ellen came back into the room carrying their coffee's.
"Oh ... my!" Ellen said in confusion, her face suddenly turning scarlet. Dianne smiled however, holding up the toy she had found.
"Now I understand everything," she said grinning, handing over the toy as she accepted her cup of coffee in return for it. "For a minute there, I thought you were fooling around with someone, not something!" she grinned enjoying the uncomfortable, embarrassed look on her friends face.
"Me? Never!" Ellen replied emphatically. "You should know me better than that," Ellen said somewhat indignantly. "Using one of these when Bill's not around is one thing..." She stood there waving the toy in her hand, it flip-flopped back and forth as she did so in a bizarre, almost macabre sort of way, stopping her cold as she stood there looking at it, as was Dianne. Both women burst out laughing as it sat in her hand, once again righting itself.
In an effort to keep the conversation even more friendly now that the awkwardness had finally passed, Dianne shared with her, "You know kiddo, I've never even used one of these things myself, how are they anyway?"
"Seriously? You haven't? Even with ... with..."
"Steven?" Dianne said finishing the question for her. "No, even though Steven and I hardly even have sex any more, I never have, not that I haven't considered it, or even been curious about them before, just never saw myself using one, always relied on the old standard," she said wiggling her fingers once again making Ellen laugh, which is when Dianne saw the robe Ellen was wearing part, revealing the fact that she was indeed naked beneath it. Dianne had seen Ellen in various stages of being undressed before, she'd certainly seen Ellen's breasts when they'd gone out to try on new bra's together before too, but she couldn't honestly recall a time when she'd seen her entirely naked before, let alone the fact that Ellen had shaved her pussy, since she did recall clearly one other time when they'd dressed for Ellen's wedding, and she'd seen her briefly then, but also remembered her having a neatly trimmed, dark haired little bush.
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