My Wife's Sister
Copyright© 2025 by Drcock666
Chapter 2: I Want You to Flirt With Other Men - I Leave This One to Jocelyn
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2: I Want You to Flirt With Other Men - I Leave This One to Jocelyn - This is the story of how we, I, Steve and my girlfriend Joselyn, or just Joz, fucked her young sister Amy.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Consensual Romantic Fiction High Fantasy Wife Watching Incest Sister Daughter Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Slow
In part 1 Joz and my sexual life took a turn when we introduced role-play into our relationship, and she even played her 18-year-old sister in a role play fuck. My craving for Bell had grown way out of proportion.
This serie is how we, I, Steve and my girlfriend (later wife) Joselyn, or just Joz, fucked her young sister Bell. The fuck happened when Bell was only 20 years old, so, if you don’t like those kinds of stories, move on.
In this part, Joz and my sexual journey continues, our role-play games grow and reveals one of Steve’s hidden desires, and the final event, fucking Bell is slowly becoming more and more of a reality.
I strongly suggest that you read part 1 first.
Important disclaimer:
All characters are over 18 years old.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental. As a non-native English speaker (I’m Swedish), please forgive the occasional grammatical error or awkward phrasing.
Characters in the serie:
Me, Steve 28-30
Joselyn, 24-26, my wife
Bell, 18-20, my wife’s sister.
Ok, ready to go? Let’s roll.
I leave this one to Jocelyn.
“I have a fantasy,” I said, as I lay naked in our bathtub, looking up at Steve. I knew he wanted it to be with Bell, I’d seen the way he checked her out, and that he jerked off, smelling her panties.
Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t against the idea completely, a part of me was open to fuck her together, and I think I might have pushed him over the invisible line of decency and respect, the night I was dressed up in Bell’s uniform, and underwear and the way I talked to him, like I was my sister.
“So, in this fantasy of yours, where would you be? What would you be doing?” Steve asked.
“Well, it’s like this ... ideally, I would start in the bar also, but you’d be sitting close enough so that you can both see and hear what I am doing. I want you to hear the cheesy pick-up lines men use as they try to get into my panties. Or ... am I wearing panties ... maybe I should borrow some of my sister’s panties...”
Stunned by the comment, Steve looked up from his Soccer game on the TV, as I looked straight at my husband. “Steve! I know you’re a pervert, sooo...!”
“What do you mean by not wearing any panties?”
“Well I ... might let them ... you know ... touch me down there...”
“You would START at the bar ... and where would you end up?”
“Fucking you of course.”
“So you would pick up a guy, in the...”
“No, not pick up, just flirt and then go to our hotel room and fuck. What? What did you expect? How do you expect me to act, Steve?” I asked, looking at him.
I think my initial reaction forced Steve to pause.
“What I mean is...” I continued. “Would you like me to be a bit more open to the man’s advances?”
“No, I mean ... You know, just play along and see where it goes. And then if things progressed and you were really into it, and the man is amazing ... I wouldn’t be upset if you were ... well, you know ... even a little more flirty.”
I knew I sometimes acted too conservatively and “stiff” when complemented by guys in the past. But I needed to clear this up.
“What do you mean by “more flirty?” I wanted my husband to explain such a ridiculous statement. “Do you expect that I am going to let other men fool around with me? And then what? Do you want me to leave you and fuck some stranger?” I asked, almost trembling.
“No, I guess I don’t ... but I think that ... you ... We’ve had some great sex for the longest time now, and we’ve explored and tried so many different things, and I just think that we have grown and shouldn’t be like ... holding back. Remember, we were very young when we met and got married, and we ... we don’t have a lot of different ... I mean ... You would be in control. Right now, for me, I would get turned on watching men flirting with you. It’s totally harmless, really, and I think you would have fun enjoying the attention. Plus, I believe it would add spice to our marriage.
Anything that brings more excitement and passion into our married bed should be welcomed!”
“What if I am not interested in a particular guy?”
“Well, that’s easy. If you are not attracted to a guy, a guy will usually take the hint and move on.”
“What if he doesn’t get the message and doesn’t leave? What if thinks I am his for the night?”
“Really, honey, there is nothing to worry about. Remember, I will be there to make sure things do not get out of hand.”
“Go on,” I said with cautious interest as Steve outlined perverted fantasy.
“Well, you are a very beautiful woman. I see when other guys talk to you, you kind of shut down. What I want is for you NOT to give the impression that you are not interested. You know, play along and see where it goes. Be like a woman out on the town looking for a good time.”
I looked down at the water in the hot tub. The truth was that I felt a little embarrassed when other men complimented me. But why? Why do I shut down? Was it because I wanted to prove I was a dedicated wife? The conversation was getting uncomfortable. When conversations get uncomfortable, I tend to shut them down immediately.
But yet, here, Steve was asking me to act differently. Much differently. I mean ... a woman ... Bell ... Do I want to? Will I be able to? With the steam of the hot tub enveloping my face, I wanted to explore this further, and not shut down. But to have another man fuck me????
“Would you let other men fool around with me?” I asked, almost trembling now.
“Uh ... uh ... I don’t know, possibly,” Steve said, his face turning red, giving himself away.
“You would!!!!” I said in shock. Yet my shock was not entirely because of Steve’s fantasy. I had my own fantasy lovers. Every woman has THAT guy; the movie star, the rocker, the high school flame, that guy in college they never really imagined being with.
“I didn’t say that! I ... I ... guess the thought of you teasing some guy is sort of a turn-on. But that doesn’t mean I don’t love you or that I would let you go too far,” Steve hastened to add. “And then if things progressed and you were really into it, and the guy was amazing, I would not be upset if you were ... well, you know ... even a little flirty.”
“There’s that word agin ... But you would let me do something with another guy? And, what does ‘too far’ mean anyway?” I asked nervously, my mouth suddenly dry as a vision of one forbidden evening not so long ago jumped into my head.
“I don’t know,” Steve said, and I guessed he wished he hadn’t brought up the subject.
“This is hard to believe,” I said, trying to act indignant, but I felt my heart race.
“I knew that I shouldn’t have brought it up. Let’s just forget it.”
“No!” I said a little too loudly, “This seems pretty crazy to me, Steve, I mean, you being ok with me fucking another man ... Are you serious???”
Then, lowering my voice, “But ... I am not willing to explore this fantasy of yours just because you think it’s hot to see your wife getting fucked by someone else solely for your morbid pleasure. Perhaps not to you, but our marriage is very important to me.”
The conversation wasn’t going that well. Does this mean that he has a ... like s mistress?
I decided to play along, it was after all my role-play, but I really felt uncomfortable not knowing how far to go, or if Steve actually was ok with me ... going all the way. But, I had no intention of doing that anyway, for me, this was just another role-play, like when I was Bell.
I stared silently into the mirror behind the bar, a plethora of thoughts and emotions ran through my head. On one hand, I was shocked by Steve’s desire to involve me with another man. However, on the other hand, I couldn’t deny that I was felt a tingle of excitement to be desired and do something so wild and taboo for a married woman. Like pretending to be my 18-year-old while I fucked my perverted husband.
What if Steve really did want me to go to bed with another man? Shit! What if I wanted to go to bed with another man? Could I really do it?
The fact was that I found myself wondering what it might be like to have experiences of being with another man ... I mean, Steve wanted to fuck my sister...
Ten minutes went by. I once again looked at my reflection in a mirror behind the bar. I could not believe I was going through with this, well, the flirting part at least. However, when Steve and I had talked about this fantasy, that we both had, just on different levels, I guess. But, he was so excited, and became overwhelmed by the prospect that I even considered actually doing it.
I loved my husband so much, and ultimately, I would agree to anything to fulfill his fantasy, including having sex with my sister.
And the truth was, I was nervous, but at the same time, I was excited. And horny.
Anyway, here I was, dressed much sexier than usual, and flaunting my assets so openly to the men around me, and with my perverted husband just a few feet away. Ironically, what started as a nerve-wracking challenge for me was replaced by emboldened by the opportunity to explore aspects of myself that society often tries to control. Against the “puritanical” rules of society, I was actually enjoying wearing the sexy clothes I would normally not dare wear in public. Frankly, it was another boost in my self-confidence. I loved feeling desired and having men look at me approvingly, and inappropriately.
The bartender placed another drink in front of Susan. “Compliments of the gentleman,” the bartender motioned towards the two men at the table.
I turned around. The men at the high-top table looked up again, straight at me, and gave me a beautiful smile. He was a bit older, about 40 to 45, I guessed, with a short beard. I looked at the stranger, smiled, and gave a nod to say thank you.
As I looked around, I noticed a group of three guys, dressed in business suits, at an adjacent table. When I looked at them, all three raised their glasses in a way that they all acknowledged and showed appreciation for my lewd display.
“Hello. Is this seat taken? Are you waiting for your husband?” The voice startled me, freezing me up on my stool. I placed my phone down on the bar, just moments before sending Steve a message.
“No ... ah ... I’m not waiting for anyone,” I heard myself answer in a startled voice. Man, this was so new to me... “I ... I just decided to ... to stop by for a drink.”
“Then, may I join you?” The man asked. Steve watched me glance up at him, smile, and move my purse on the bar, giving a silent acceptance of his offer.
The stranger looked deeply into my eyes, pulled himself onto the bar stool, and ordered a scotch from the bartender.
My fingers made little nervous circles around my glass of wine. I looked down and noticed my lace stocking tops were even more visible, the tight short skirt betraying any modesty. Subconsciously, my hand moved down and pulled the hem of my skirt down in an attempt to adjust it.
I looked back up at the stranger. He had obviously noticed my lace-top stockings as well. I bit my lip nervously as the stranger’s piercing eyes were complimented by a prurient smile, the stranger sensing that this hot piece of ass may be a hot wife out to play.
I looked down again and noticed that my blouse had opened up a bit, revealing the top of my bra, well, truth be told, it was Bella’s bra, I only had modest ones, no sexy ones.
My breasts bulged and practically hung out of their confines, heaving with every breath I took.
I was not only wearing a sexier outfit than usual, but I was also flaunting myself.
I was still uncomfortable ... but ... yet ... strangely aroused.
It was impossible for me to ignore the stranger blatantly taking in every curve of my body.
The glasses of wine that I’d just finished seemed to not only calm my nerves, but also enhance my feelings and ability to relax, and savor this unique moment. I had to admit, I was enjoying being objectified by the men in the bar.
My arousal was subconscious and uncontrollable, startling me with a sudden flush throughout my body at all the attention thrown my way. I could feel my nipples hardening under my blouse.
The dampness in my thong panties from my pussy juices flowing was unmistakeable. While I was hoping not to be embarrassed in a public bar by my body’s response, I was thrilled at another man’s appreciation of my body. After all, I felt I was getting older, always comparing myself with Bell, and I thoroughly enjoyed the attention I was getting. What woman would not enjoy knowing that she felt attractive, sexually desirable, and sought-after?
Later that night, Steve and I fucked like we were teenagers agin, it had stared up something that we both felt we couldn’t escape from.
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I’m not saying that I was ok, with fucking another man, well, ahhhh fuck, but I felt that we had to do it together, like a threesome or foursome ... but neither of us had done that before and we had no clue how to proceed with that specific act.
But, what it did to me, was opening Pandora’s Box, I started flouting myself to men, I wore sexy outfits that guaranteed that man, for more than a second looked at my sexy body and exposed white skin, especially in my deep cleavage with more than average amount of breasts were on display.
I loved to show off my black lace-top thigh high stockings, and often as opportunity presented itself, give them a good view of my transparent lace panties (yes, mine, I now had my own sexy underwear, and didn’t have to nick them from Bell), that barely covered my freshly trimmed or shaved pussy (that was, in the end, Steve’s decision). I would look men in their eyes, smile at them, knowing I just made their day, maybe their week, perhaps maybe, even their year!
As I passed businessmen and businesswomen leaving their offices at the end of their work day, as I headed for the local pub, I felt naughty simply walking down the street, dressed the way I was.
No, no, I wasn’t dressed like a slut or anything, no, it was more like a VERY sexy businesswoman going out at the end of the long work week ... and perhaps looking for fun.
I remember once getting up to go to the beach bar for a drink. I noticed a group of college guys looking straight at me, not even trying to be discreet. Instead of putting my top back on, I tossed it back over the sun lounge and walked up to the bar, passing right by the college studs.
I felt my nipples harden at their stares and a gentle tingle between my legs. Actually, I felt strangely and deliciously ... bad. After my initial hesitation about flirting and flaunting myself to strangers, I came to terms that I actually enjoyed this new “freedom,” or sexuality, or whatever the label would be. I found it totally liberating, really.
Moreover, after my very first “topless experience” and the hotel lobby flirtation, I noticed that my husband looked at me with “fresh eyes” and paid much more attention to me, showing a higher level of sexual desire. After a drought, we really had rekindled the sexual spark between us this past year, starting with finding and experiencing role-play like the bar, or me being Bell.
Steve was thrilled with my growing confidence in my own body. This once shy, conservative, frumpy woman was becoming a confident, sexy, and desired temptress again, and I loved it...
Then, on another holiday in Greece, Steve and I found that most beaches were “clothing optional.” Steve was a willing participant first; “When in Rome...,” he said, and tossed his swim trunks, then he encouraged me to throw caution to the wind and join him.
At first, I was reluctant, but eventually he convinced me that nobody knew me, and I removed my bikini top and then slipped off my bottoms. Both of us were on a public beach, completely nude, with many others as close as a couple only a few meters away.
Steve noticed a couple of men sitting in front of us, paying close attention to me. Steve told me that he saw a man’s growing erection while stroking himself, watching me. But, instead of being the nice, American wife next door, I slowly open and close my legs, showing the old man my exposed pussy, glittering from juice and sweat. He almost blew a load, right there on a public beach. It was a mind fuck to watch.
I think that Steve was startled that I not only accepted being naked on a beach, but I really enjoyed being ogled by strange men. After my first totally nude experience, I often thought of how naughty I was. I even contemplated sneaking into Bell’s room to snuff her panties ... I loved it. A collateral benefit for my wonderful husband, who started this whole transformation.
Our holiday experiences supercharged our sex life and reinvigorated our marriage. We felt closer to each other than ever. Our sex life sizzled. The experience led to great sex and, more importantly, to open discussions about our sexual desires, like Bell. I knew that was coming, but the more I thought about it, the more vivid it became ... Having sex with my sister, licking her young pussy ... having her eat my pussy ... Watching Steve fuck her tight pussy ... It tickled me.
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