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My brother and his family were spending a couple of
days with us this summer, staying in our guest room.
That's the room where I keep all of my clothes, so I'm
in there grabbing my dirty stuff for the laundry. There's
a pile of clothes on the bed, and I grab it to throw in
the bag, then realize that it's a pile of Karin's
underwear. It isn't folded up, just lying there in a
mound, but as I grab it I can kind of tell that it's
actually clean clothes.
I lift the handful to my nose to check, and smell a
fresh floral scent, so I don't know if it's her perfume on
worn clothes, or just her regular laundry smell. I drop
the pile on the bed, and notice that it's a bunch of her
panties and bras, then think that she might find them
in a different order than she left them, and think I'm
some kind of pervert and I've been going through her
panties.
Now, did I mention that I've had a few beers out on the
beach? So from there, the seed is planted. Karin's got a
sweet ass, these are her panties, maybe clean, maybe
not. So I take a closer look. No, don't see any signs of
wear in the panel, I take a sniff. Smell pretty clean. So
now I'm sniffing my sister-in law's panties. Oops.
I'll just wash them and tell her I thought it was a pile
of dirty laundry. So I dump them in the hamper, but
kind of notice what's there. And they're all granny
panties, nothing remotely sexy there. WTF? When's the
last time women wore this crap when they're not on
their period? Well, maybe that's what's going on.
I turn away from the bed, and see a couple of things on
the floor, some socks and a pair of pink panties.
Picking them up, I notice that these have definitely
been worn, a little telltale smear in the crotch, and I
take a quick sniff, curious is all. Now I'm sniffing
Karin's dirty panties, I really am a pervert. I can't be
doing this, and I go to put them down. But the smell of
her cuts to my core. Oh my god. The musky perfume of
her pussy is like a drug. I'm hard instantly, and I take a
longer deeper sniff. Holy shit, I want to keep these. I
mean, I love the smell of a woman, but this is a whole
new experience, it is like an actual physical
aphrodisiac.
I pull my cock out of my shorts, and rub the satin
across the tip, a drop of clear fluid oozes out of me,
and I wipe it on the mark on her crotch. Now the smell
is so powerful that it makes me sit down. I need to
cum. I look around for something to shoot in, but
realize that I'm washing this stuff anyway...
I takes me less than 30 seconds, breathing Karin's
scent through the soiled undies, rubbing one of her
clean silky pairs on my cock, and I blast a shot of cum
all over them, filling the crotch panel, and flowing
down my shaft.
I'm instantly relieved, and embarrassed. What the hell
am I doing? What's come over me? I shove all of the
clothes into the hamper, and take them down to the
washer. As I dump them, the dirty pair lies there on
top, like an accusation. I can't help but pick them up
and take another sample of Karin's pussy. I'm instantly
hard again, rock hard. If I could bottle that stuff, I'd be
rich. Holy shit, I'll never be able to look her in the face
again. I'll be staring at her crotch. I force myself to
drop them back in, and start it up. Nothing hurt, it's all
good. I laugh at myself, what a perv.
I'm watching tv when Karin comes back from the
beach. She's had enough sun, everybody else is
staying awhile. She's wearing a one-piece bathing suit,
which does little to show off her nice body. She's about
5'3", blonde, kind of big upstairs. She used to be kind
of chunky, but a lot of gym time has slimmed her down
some, and her ass is really nice, firm and round. I take
note as she walks down the hall, sexy little wiggle, and
think about that smell again. I feel the warm buzz of
an erection starting.
Karin comes back down the hall, wearing a light dress,
barefoot, and holding a rolled up towel in her crossed
arms. "I had a pile of clothes on the bed, and I can't
find them." She looks confused, not pissed or
suspicious.
"Oh, I threw a bunch of stuff in the wash, I thought it
was your dirty stuff. It's all in the washer now."
She's looking perplexed, and I realize that she's
standing there with nothing on under the dress, all of
her panties and bras are in the wash. Yeah, the thought
hits me. Swirling around in my cum. When did I get so
twisted?
"They'll be done in an hour or so."
Still standing there, thinking.
"Is there something you need to borrow? I have plenty
of shorts and tshirts," I tease her.
"Um, well, I kind of ... I don't have any clean
underwear."
"Well, mine are going to be kind of big on you." That
gets a reaction, she looks up and starts to respond,
then realizes that I'm just kidding. But gets me
thinking about her ass wearing my boxers, leaving me
a little gift.
She's smiling, still holding the towel, hiding her nipples
I'm guessing. "I'll grab you something," I tell her, and
head to our room. I go to Lisa's pantie drawer, and
find a little white cotton thong, lace trimmed, sheer
above the crotch panel. It's a dainty little thing, and
her pussy will be so pretty in it. She's following me
down the hall, but I shut the drawer, I don't want her
input on the loaner.
Karin enters the room, towel still there, and I hold up
the thong. Her big blue eyes widen under the blonde
bangs, "Oh, Mikey, I couldn't wear something like that."
"Like what?"
She's so cute, blushing and hiding her nipples from
me. "Y'know, a thong."
I laugh, "Karin, I'm a little embarrassed to tell you this,
but I saw what you usually wear, and I was a little
surprised that you don't have some sexier undies." She
looks down, really blushing now. "Seriously, you're a
good looking woman, in nice shape, you ought to have
some nice stuff like this." I dangle the thong.
"Well, I've lost some weight, and I only have my old
stuff that fits. And I never wore thongs, I think they're
kind of slutty, and they don't look comfortable." She
looks up quickly, "Oh, I don't mean that Lisa..."
I laugh, "don't worry about it, but here's your chance to
try one out, and if you don't like it, no problem. So, it's
either this," and I dangle it in front of her, "or
commando! And I don't think Mark wants you walking
around his brother's house with nothing on under your
dress." I pointedly look between her legs as I tell her
this. "So, come on, it'll be fun."
I kneel down and hold the legs open for her to step
into.
"Mikey!"
"What? You can't hold that towel over your nipples and
hold this at the same time."
Her jaw drops. "Mikey!!"
I ignore her and move to her bare feet. Sexy little feet,
pink toenail polish. "Come on now."
And she steps in to one leg hole, then the other.
Looking down over the towel at my hands. I start to
slide them up her legs, and she seems ok until I get to
her knees. Then she starts to fidget. "Ok, I think ..." and
I quickly slip them up under the dress, up her thighs.
Her smooth warm thighs. When my fingertips reach the
curve of her ass, she jumps back and drops the towel
on my head. "What are you doing?"
I sit back and laugh, and she reaches under her dress
and grabs the thong, wiggling her hips as she slides it
over her cheeks, and goes to adjust it over her mound.
I'm mesmerized watching her. Her thighs come into
view as she pulls it up, then the dress drops, hiding her
treasure. I'm picturing the placement of the little strap
over her anus, the panel over her pussy. I look up and
her nipples are jutting out through the thin cotton of
the dress. What a babe she's become.
"If you've never worn a thong, it's a little tricky, sure
you don't want me to help?" I ask.
She glares at me, "I think I can figure it out." But it
takes her some time, and reaching front and back she
seems a little unsure. "Ok, you can leave now funny
guy."
I honor her request, and leave the room. A minute later
she calls, "Mikey, do you think I could borrow a bra?"
"Karin, you know Lisa's bras won't do it for you, you'll
just have to carry around a towel, or let your nipples
have some freedom."
She looks around the corner at me, a stern expression.
"What has gotten into you today?"
I don't laugh it off, "I don't know, Karin, something
about the whole subject of your panties, I really don't
know."
She walks over to me, and sits down facing me on the
couch, one leg pulled up and sitting on her foot. I think
about the white lacy garment pressed against her
pussy, see her nipples pressing out, her areole visible
through the cotton. "Are you just teasing me? Or are
you teasing me."
I dodge the question, "So tell me about wearing a thong
for the first time, Karin. Doesn't it make you feel
special? Like you're keeping a secret, being reminded
of how sexy you are, the little tickle under your dress?"
That was the moment. Something clicked. Right then,
she decided she wanted, or needed, to be fucked. Her
eyes got a little glazed look, she stopped breathing, her
chest flushed bright pink.
I reach for her hand, lying on her thigh. I take it, and
rest my hand there. We lock eyes, and she starts to
move her hand, but not to move me away. She draws
my hand up her thigh, very slowly. Up, under the hem
of the dress. Staring into my eyes, gauging my
reaction. "Do I have it on right, Mikey?"
I feel the heat before the panties, she radiates heat
from her core. Then my fingers touch the lace. It's my
turn to shudder in anticipation. I run a finger slowly
around the waistband, pulling her towards me. She
buries her face in my neck, not wanting to see me as I
touch her forbidden spot. I smell her perfume, faint and
floral. My finger slips under the rear strap, slides down,
pulling it just away from her crack. My fingertip
brushes the ridged circle around her anus, and she
shivers against me. I continue down between her firm
thighs, still pulling the fabric away. Now in the valley
of her sex. I feel the considerable mat of her pubic
hair. She's such a conservative Catholic wife, good
girls don't shave their vaginas!
Now the heat and wetness meet the back of my hand.
Slippery and sticky at the same time, I turn my hand
and cup her mound. She moans into my neck, kisses
me lightly.
"Mmm, you are wet, baby." I slip one finger into the slit,
parting the hair, amazed at the arousal. "And so hot,
you're on fire."
She nuzzles in, kissing and licking lightly. I stroke her
back and forth, finding her little nub. Every time I
stroke over it, there's an involuntary twitch. "Oooh, you
like it when I touch your clitty, don't you." I turn her
face to mine. "You are going to love it when I lick you
there, aren't you?" She doesn't respond, just closes her
eyes, and makes a little grunt each time I touch it.
On the next stroke, I slip my middle finger into her
channel, marveling at the position I'm in. Sitting here
with my hand up my brother's wife's dress, my finger
preparing her for what lies ahead. And she makes no
pretense of resisting, when I pull it out, her hips follow
my finger.
I bring it to my face, and smell it, touching it to my
nose to leave the scent. I lick it, and smile, then touch
it to her lips and run it around the opening of her
mouth. Leaving it there like lip gloss. She sucks it in,
and begins to lick and suck at it, looking at me with
lust. I'm in ecstasy. She reaches up to me and kisses
me lightly on my lips. Backs off and smiles sweetly,
then leans in and starts to lick them, opening them and
sloppily drooling around my mouth and chin. Her
tongue slides in and she starts fucking my mouth with
it. The sound of our illicit game fills the room.
I'm intoxicated. But it's not about fucking her, cheating
with my sister-in-law, getting laid. It's about Karin's
pussy. The smell of her womanhood completely
controls me. I need to smell her, taste her, pleasure
her. She's lost the beautiful sexy woman in her. She's
become a housewife, her pussy neglected, wanting. I
want her to writhe in pleasure, her legs spread to offer
her nectar to me. And she needs it.
"Do you think that I could try another pair?" she asks.
"These are getting a little wet." I run my hand back
down between her legs, up into her crotch, pressing
into her slit. Her head goes down, hair hanging in her
face. I stroke the thatch of her bush, and feel the gooey
wetness leaking through it. She's sopping wet.
I stand up and pull her with me, almost run down the
hall, her hanging onto my hand. I turn as I enter the
room, falling back on the bed, pulling her onto me. She
spreads her knees, her pussy poised above my waist.
Her face inches from mine, hair hanging down around
us. Looking into my eyes, she lowers herself onto me,
feeling the hardness rise between her thighs. She
begins to rub herself against me, up and down. Feeling
my cock leap towards contact. Wetness seeps through
her dress, through my shorts.
Then she kisses me, soft and wet, licking around my
mouth, her tongue dipping in to spar with mine. She
sucks my tongue, our saliva mixing as we eat at each
other.
I hear the front door open, voices and footsteps as the
family returns from the beach. She draws back,
slightly, holds her lips to mine, our eyes locked. None
of the footsteps head down the hallway, and her tongue
comes out to lick my mouth again, smiling as she rubs
her mound up and down my shaft.
I push her up, reach under her thighs, and scoot her up
my chest. She raises up onto her knees, and steps
them over my shoulders, sitting high on my chest.
And the scent of her. It flows over me, even as she
leaks it onto my chest. I pull the thong aside. Her
pussy now inches from my face, thick blonde hair,
barely trimmed around her bikini line, opened up to
reveal a beautiful vermillion gash. Red and inflamed,
wet and oozing. I rip away the borrowed panties. They
hang in shreds framing her cunt. A puddle forms as I
slowly open her up with my thumbs. I slip my hands
behind her buttocks, and tickle her, urging her forward.
My tongue reaches for her, the first taste beyond belief.
My eyes roll back as I press my face into her body, her
pussy covering me from my chin to my nose.
Karin groans as I snake my tongue into her, reaching
for the source of her juices. She begins to spasm, her
thighs quivering, the movement quickening as she
grinds herself onto my face. Then she cums, and it is
all I had hoped for. "Oh god, Ooooh god, Yes Yes baby
yesss." A deep low growl, an animal noise I could
never imagine coming from this reserved straight-laced
housewife. Her hips begin to gyrate above me, her cunt
covering my face, her entire ass circling my mouth, wet
and slippery with her cum. I lick at her, my fingers seek
her holes, circling them lightly, plunging in and out,
and she explodes.
She is all but incoherent, slipping back into orgasm
again and again. Shuddering, twitching, juices flowing.
It is all I dreamed, and I don't even care if I get mine.
But she does.
Still spasming, she slips down off my face, down my
chest. Her knees over the shoulders, and slips right
down my chest until my cock touches her. She never
slows, driving herself right onto it, bottoming out as
our faces meet again. She looks into my eyes, her
mouth hanging open. Drool hangs from her lower lip
and falls on my chin. She follows it, kissing me, licking
me. Tasting herself as I explode into the forbidden
vagina.
"OHHhhhh yes." I moan as I coat her insides with
blasts of cum.
"Are you cumming in me?" she whispers in a little girl
voice. "Are you cumming in my pussy?" Fuck was I.
That sent me into what felt like a second orgasm. Who
is this crazy sexy bitch?
"Oooh, that's it, cum in mommy's pussy," she moans.
"Make mommy all wet inside. "I pump into her long
after I run dry. My hands caress her slippery ass,
feeling the gooey hairy opening. I can't believe how wet
she is, we are. Covered in her musk, my cum dribbling
from her hole, through her matted hair.
Finally we stop. My sister-in-law, probably hasn't had
her pussy eaten in years, coming down off multiple
orgasms, still twitches around my cock. I'm still hard,
deep inside her, feeling every movement of her through
it. She leans on her hands, face to face again, stares
into my eyes. "You are bad news Mikey, don't ever
mess with my panties again."
"Or what?"
"Or I'm going to.." And she squeezes me, hard. Her
pussy like a vise. "I'm going to do that," she smiles.
"Better keep that," and I pulse inside her, "in shape, I
plan on making it a habit. As a matter of fact, we have
to get going."
"What? Where?"
"Victoria's Secret. We have some shopping to do, those
granny panties aren't doing it for me." As she squeezes
me inside, I flex in return. This relationship is going to
get dangerous.
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