Chapter 14: Police Matters

Lieutenant John Flett was fatigued. Almost every minute since he came home from work on Monday evening his wife had been cross examining him.

"Did you lie to me? Did you just scare Cheryl or did you make love to her?" They were sitting side by side on the sofa in the living room and John was having his usual after work scotch, unwinding before dinner. Barbara, as usual on her husband's working days was dressed neatly in a skirt and a loose fitting, white blouse. She was determined that she would look as neat and desirable for him as any of the women he worked near.

"Darling... I told you what I did and I certainly did not make love to her!" But I did fuck her and maybe I sort of raped her he mused as he took a sip of his drink before turning to his buxom wife and planting a wet, tongue thrusting kiss on her soft mouth.

"Oh John... I know and it's silly of me but Cheryl... she's changed. She's so different that I think I like her... and not just because she's my sister." Barbara snuggled closer and spread her thighs as her husband's hand slipped under her skirt and up high, close to her moistening pussy.

"I'll have to see that to believe it," and as he spoke the subject of their conversation came into the living room.

"Oh! Sorry. I hope I'm not interrupting an intimate moment," the busty girl said with a sly smile. She knew exactly what she was interrupting and the interruption was completely intentional.

"Hmmph... no... that's OK Cheryl," her sister grunted as she moved John's hand from her groin and sat up. "Dinner is ready as soon as John is. But I could get yours now if you're in a hurry."

"Nah, Sis. Why not let me do the rest of the work... I'll set the table and clean up the dishes and you guys can just relax and whatever." I know he hasn't fucked you since Sunday morning so he's probably getting horny. I wonder if it'll affect him if I let my tits swing free. The girl went to the kitchen and when out of sight of the others she removed her brassiere so that her big boobs could bounce and jiggle whenever she moved.

"See what I mean, John? She's being nice to us. She's really changed... ever since you threw a scare into her. And if you hadn't been so passionate with me on Sunday morning there's no way I'd believe that you didn't fuck her brains out."

"Barbara!" John exclaimed, shocked by his wife's words. She never talked like that except when his cock was in her and even then she rarely talked as she had on Sunday morning.

"Want me to fuck your brains out, sexy one?" He slipped his hand under her blouse and hefted a heavy, bra-encased breast.

"Hmmm... maybe after we eat. It's a good time for... you know... making a baby." The woman squirmed on the sofa in anticipation of sex.

"Maybe you guys ought to go to bed instead of having dinner," Cheryl said with a smile when she returned to the living room. "But if you want to eat instead of..." and she let the incomplete sentence hang for a few seconds before adding, "the table is set and dinner is ready."

The three of them ate together in the dining room and both John and Barbara saw that Cheryl's big, ripe boobs were jiggling and quivering at her least movements. And Barbara knew also that her sister had just removed her brassiere to free her big jugs to wobble that way.

"So what's new in the policing world, Bro?" Cheryl smiled and with a glance at her sister to make sure she wasn't looking at that moment, she shrugged her shoulders so that her unhaltered boobs bobbled and swayed under her blouse.

"Boring as usual," John replied, his organ swelling at the obvious come-on from his sister in law. "Just a few robberies, murders and rapes. What every small town needs." Actually, he did have some news but he had to share it with his wife first, before talking about it around the dinner table.

The dinner was nothing special but the conversation was unusual, at least for these three people. Cheryl had never before talked at the table except to complain or criticize but tonight she was a source of witty and sparkling exchange, a fact that was not lost on either John of Barbara.

John was flattered that the sister in law that he'd virtually raped two days ago was sending unmistakable signals that she was available to be fucked again. And Barbara was puzzled and worried by the change in her sister's personality. It seemed to be too much of a coincidence that the girl would change from being a disagreeable bitch to a friendly and accommodating personality right after John warned her about the danger of flirting. Would a warning achieve this result or had he done more than warn her?

Cheryl was doing the dishes in the kitchen when her sister looked in and said, "We're going to bed, Cheryl. John has had a hard day and I didn't sleep well last night.

"OK, Sis," was all that the girl said. He has something hard all right but it isn't his day, she mused with a smile on her face. How in Hell was she ever going to get satisfied. Her brother in law wanted her, she was sure. And she wanted him but she didn't want to break up their marriage and if they fucked and Barbara found out it would split the family in more ways than one.

With the dishes done Cheryl crept upstairs. Their bedroom door was ajar, just as it had been on Sunday morning when she'd watched them making love. The light was on inside the bedroom but it was dark in the hallway. Could they see her if she peeked?

The busty girl got down on her hands and knees because she thought she'd be less visible that way and she peeped through the small gap between door and frame. The view was all she could have hoped for, especially because the ceiling light and the two bedside lights were on and her naked sister and brother in law were clearly observable.

What she saw almost made her almost gasp out loud. It was clearer than on Sunday morning. Cheryl could see Barbara sitting astride John's lap facing him as she had done two days ago. Did they always fuck that way? The watching girl reached between her legs to touch her already wet and swollen pussy. She could hear a soft sort of slurping, sucking sound that matched the tempo of John's thick pole of manmeat disappearing up into Barbara's body each time his wife lifted herself up and down on her knees.

Even more than on Sunday morning Cheryl was wildly entranced at the thickness of Peters fuck tool. She just couldn't believe that he'd had it all inside her. No wonder it had hurt at first.

"Your eyes are closed, John. Are you pretending that I'm Cheryl?"

"Oh God Barb... love the juicy way your cunt holds me... don't need to pretend anything," and as he opened his eyes and spoke John spotted his sister in law kneeling at the doorway. "Do you think that all the way downstairs she can hear you fucking me?"

Unaware that somebody was watching them, Barbara was happily bouncing her hungry, juicing cunt up and down on John's thick fucktool, quietly grunting and groaning. She was in seventh heaven, getting her cunt stuffed for the second time in two days. John had been fucking her only about once a week for the past year.