Chapter 10: A Show for Cheryl

Barbara went to sleep immediately after her husband confirmed that he had taught her sister the lesson she much needed. And Barbara awoke before five in the morning with a vague sense of unease. A vague sense that quickly became unambiguous. He had been close to her sister in a compromising situation and he hadn't immediately thereafter fucked her, his wife.

The twenty nine year old woman lay there agonizing over what had happened or, more precisely, what had not happened. Had John gone too far with her teasing sexpot of a sister? Is that why he hadn't taken out his lust on her?

The woman's anxiety blossomed into near panic when she remembered seeing long, red streaks on her husband's arms and back. How could she have been so stupid? Of course! He'd fucked her kid sister... maybe even raped her but from the way she acted Barbara doubted that rape would be necessary to get into her sibling.

John threw back the covers and rolled onto his back. He was asleep but he'd gone to bed nude, as usual. His organ was chafed from the friction of his young sister in law's tight vaginal sheath and the friction of the sheets on the tenderness had combined with urinary pressure on the prostate gland and his usual morning surge of testosterone to give him a raging erection.

When Barbara looked over and saw her husband's wonderful prick standing out vertically from his groin she was overcome with two intense emotions. First there was a feeling of glorious relief. Her husband had not cheated on her even though she'd put him in a position that made that outcome almost probable. Second, she was overcome with an incredible rush of desire to be fucked. To be fucked by her wonderful, faithful husband.

If Barbara had not awakened early then things might have turned out much differently. She was at the fertility peak of her cycle, as coincidentally was her kid sister, Cheryl. She hadn't been fucked for three weeks which meant that, except for last night's furtive coupling, John had stored his sperm for that long. Maybe it didn't matter but the events that transpired could possibly be connected to these factors.

Barbara reached over lovingly to gently grasp her husband's upthrust tool. She was not sufficiently perceptive to discern the stiff, matted pubic hair at the base of the hard shaft. Had she noticed this she might have wondered why and concluded correctly that he had been very close to another source of sexual fluids.

What would he do if she mounted him, she wondered? She stroked the man's thickly veined shaft tracing its outline carefully, imagining how it was going to feel inside her. Her other hand was probing and massaging her fat cunt, wet and oiled in readiness. She luxuriated in the knowledge that she had such a wonderful, faithful husband who satisfied all her needs. And at the moment she had one overwhelming need.

Lieutenant John Flett was dreaming too only he was still asleep. He was dreaming that he was fucking his bitchy sister in law and his wife had just caught them. But before his raging hardon could disappear his wife in his dream had said, "Fuck me too John, You can fuck Cheryl as long as you fuck me too."

Barbara was not the only one to awaken early. Her seventeen year old, kid sister had awakened and remembered immediately and vividly what had happened to her. There was a momentary surge of anger when she recalled that her brother in law had essentially raped her but that anger softened when she remembered also that he had offered her a chance to say no.

Cheryl lay naked under the covers on the sofa bed. She really wanted a warm body... John, next to her. Her hand strayed to her pussy which felt tender, almost sore from her brother in law's fierce battering. He'd raped her. Technically, at least. And she didn't want to admit to herself that she'd invited it... even challenged him to do it.

Now, her substantial libidinous desires somewhat slaked she lay there wondering how her lover felt. He was in bed with his wife. Did he fuck his wife after having his way with his wife's young sister? A feeling of jealousy welled up in her belly.

Cheryl had not been a virgin last night when her brother in law fucked her. Someone had broken her hymen but she never had been really fucked before. John Flett's cock was the first to fill the hungry void of her vaginal cavity and the effect was remarkable. Her attitude toward her sister's husband had undergone a total rework. He had become a big, handsome stud. No matter that he was over thirty. He was the man she wanted. Quietly she got out of bed and crept quietly up the stairs. Maybe Barbara would be asleep and she could somehow get John's attention and he could come back downstairs with her.

Barbara was a big woman and when she rolled over in bed the springs creaked. She threw the covers completely off the bed and rose to her knees. The movement of the mattress and the squeaking of the bedsprings was enough to bring Lieutenant Flett back to reality.

"Barb! Oh God yes, Barb! Fuck me!" He reached out to guide his wife as she climbed astride and then reached for the light switch. The room was dark and he wanted to see his lovely wife. Using both hands the woman moved his cock so that the head was lodged at the opening of her dripping wet tunnel of delight. She moved down on his cock, never breaking their eye contact. She had a look of sheer concentration on her face, focusing her thoughts on the penetration of his cock into her innermost recesses.

The hot-blooded woman took an inch into her and then stopped. John could feel the softness and heat of her pussy around the head of his cock. The memory of her sister's tight channel caused his organ to jump in the looser confines of his wife's fuckwell and as if incited by the barely discernible movement inside her she slid down on his pole, engulfing all of it with ease.

"Yunnh! Yunnh darling. Fuck me!" the buxom woman moaned, grinding pubic bone against pubic bone.

When his wife's body crashed down heavily on his the bedsprings protested noisily but over that sound John heard another at the door. He glanced to his right and saw a movement in the dark hallway just outside. It had to be Cheryl. She was the only other person in the house.

Cheryl had arrived at the partly open bedroom door just when the light was turned on. An illogical rush of jealousy suffused her sex-primed body when she saw her sister getting what they both wanted. She reached between her legs to cup her tender, fuck-bruised pussy, wishing hopelessly that it could be John's fingers there. But he was married to her sister so, no matter how jealous it made her feel, Barbara had a right to what she was getting.

Filled by her husband's hard cock, Barbara sighed and whispered, "Oh, God! It's so good!" She then leaned over, her heavy breasts swaying pendulously and brushing lightly against her husband's chest, the jutting nipples sending waves of pleasure through both them. Her mouth crushed against his and she tongued his mouth and tried to take all his lips into her mouth and suck on them. She broke the kiss, and whispered, "John, it's all the way in. I can feel you filling me up with your hardness. I can feel every little ridge on your cock and feel it throbbing with each of your heart beats. Do you like it when I talk dirty to you?"