An hour had passed since nearly being caught with my cock in my sister in laws mouth.
My breathing had regulated its self to its normal and everyone was chilled and having fun.
Phil was pretty d*unk by now, my wife taking over the job of serving up the dinner.
I noticed a few spots of rain on the lounge window.
This could scupper any other plans I had of finally fucking my sexy sister in law.
Rachel was sat next to Phil, and everytime I looked at her she would smile or wink at me.
Phil’s eyes were getting sleepy. No doubt the tablets coupled with the beer was making him worse.
Looking at Rachel again, she looked at Phil, his eyes momentarily closed, and she slowly opened her legs, wide.
Her beautiful pussy looking at me, almost enticing me to come closer. Rachel was licking her lips, and without warning slid a hand between her legs, running a finger across her slit, then up to her tongue, licking the wet tip of her finger.
Fuck this woman was naughty, and it appeared the risks just turned her on even more. And to be honest, it was having the same effect on me.
Claire snapped me out of this daydream, by calling to get help to bring the dinner in.
Rachel said she would do it, getting up slowly, her legs wide apart, teasing me even more.
My cock was reacting to this, which was not good as I needed to get up soon.
Dinner was served, and Rachel opened a bottle of Champagne, that she had been given a couple of months earlier for her Birthday.
“Ohhhh Champagne aye, what are we celebrating?” Claire asked.
“Just good times, and good times ahead” Rachel replied.
Another one of her double meaning sentences, that would seem innocent to all but myself and Rachel.
Dinner was amazing as always, the lamb fell off the bone, potatoes super crispy, and a lovely rich red wine gravy added the finish touch.
Whilst eating I was going over in my mind what had happened today.
Just a week ago I had never really thought of Rachel in any way, other than my sister in law.
Yet today, I had fingered her to orgasm, came in her mouth, and stood in the back garden chatting to my wife, with my cock out! This sort of thing doesn’t happen to people like me. Maybe it was all a dream?
As I popped another mouthful of succulent lamb into my mouth, I hoped and prayed it wasn’t a dream.
Dinner over, I said I would fill the dishwasher.
Claire said she would help, which was immediately rebuffed by Rachel.
“Not a chance, you and Phil have made and served a wonderful dinner. You guys sit and relax, me and rob will sort the dishwasher out.”
With that she walked into the kitchen, bringing the bottle of champagne back in, and topping up Phil and Claire’s glasses.
I had started filling the dishwasher, bending over to put the last of the plates in on the bottom shelf, when I felt a hand gently stroking my arse.
Claire and Phil were talking about how much nicer these foursome dinner parties were, compared to the family ones, I couldn’t help but agree.
Turning around I found the perpetrator of the arse grope, Rachel stood there smiling. Getting closer to me she put her hand on the side of my face and gave me another passionate kiss. Slow and unhurried like earlier, her tongue slowly swirling against mine, now both hands on my face, more of a romantic kiss than an illicit one.
I had to remember where we were and reluctantly pulled away.
She poked out her bottom lip and mouthed “Spoilsport” to me, and then helped clear the remaining dishes.
Walking back in we sat in our respective places on the sofas and joined in the conversation.
Just looking at Rachel was making me cock awake.
Never had I received a blow job like that before, it was almost like your first cigarette, you either walk away and never have another one, or you go back for more. I definitely wanted more.
By now it was about 5.30pm, and it had really clouded over outside, it was almost dusk, just to the sheer blackness of the clouds.
And then the heavens opened, and wow did the rain come down.
My heart sunk, no more risky fun with Rachel, can’t exactly go have a smoke in the rain.
Phil was half asleep on the sofa, Claire was sat with her feet curled up on the sofa, and she was looking pretty sleepy too. She isn’t a big drinker, and more often than not will fall asleep after a few glasses of wine at home, and she had consumed a lot more than normal.
The tv was on, an old episode of Only Fools and Horses playing quietly.
“Robert?”
Bringing myself back out of my daydream like state, I replied “Rachel!!”
“Ready for a smoker’s dessert?”
Any smoker knows, that an after dinner ciggy is almost always referred to as a smoker’s dessert.
“Ummm yeah ok, as long as you have an umbrella or two”?
Phil intervened in a sleepy voice…….. ” Garage is unlocked Rob, you can shelter out of the rain in there if you like”.
Why hadn’t I thought of that? Maybe because my brain today had absolutely no rational thought process at all, my brain was clogged up with the thoughts of Rachel.
Meanwhile Rachel had disappeared upstairs, returning moments later, having obviously gone for a quick pre smoke wee.
“Come on then, let’s go get wet!”
There she goes again with those double meanings she uses so well.
The 5 second dash to the garage was indeed a wet one, smart ass I thought!
Once in I lit up a cigarette, as I took my first pull on it Rachel took it from my mouth and stubbed it out.
“You don’t really want a cigarette do you Robert?”
“Ummm well kind of, but I guess not”!
“Well, how about you unzip those shorts for me, pull out that tasty cock of yours, and fuck me instead?”
As the words ‘fuck me’ left her mouth, my cock had risen to full mast.
“Mmmm there he is, my new best friend. We don’t have much time Robert, so fuck me, and fuck me hard, call me names if you want, just fuck me”!
They had an old washing machine in the garage, and she lent on to the surface of it, her arse high in the air. I pushed my shaking hands up her short skirt, and then felt…. knickers!
“Why have you put…………”
“Knickers on Robert? So I don’t walk back in, with a gallon of your spunk running down the inside of my thighs!”
Thinking to myself again, that explained the wee break, which obviously wasn’t a wee break, she went to put knicker on. Damn she thinks of everything.
I pulled them down, so they slid to the floor. She didn’t step out of them, just in case she had to pull them up quickly, but I was hoping in their sleepy state indoors, we wouldn’t be disturbed again.
Following suit I dropped my shorts to the floor, her wet pussy stains on my shorts might be difficult to explain.
Putting one hand on her firm arse, my other hand grabbed my stiff cock, and slowly guided it inside her.
Jesus she was tight, compensation for having no children I guessed.
I pushed all the way in, in one slow motion. Rachel moaning her approval.
Pulling back out I started pushing back in slowly again.
“Don’t make love to me Robert, fuck me, we can make love another time.”
As requested, I pushed in hard, real hard, making her gasp, and started building up a steady, fast rhythm.
I realised I still hadn’t felt those glorious boobs of hers, so reaching round I pulled the zip down on her top. She had a bra on, but seemed to be some sort of balcony bra, as it was very easy to pull both of her boobs out.
Her nipples, while not as long as Claire’s, were thick, and bullet hard.
As I pounded her wet, tight pussy, I pinched and pulled them roughly, and by the moans and gasps coming from her mouth, she was loving every minute of it.
“Who knew I had a slut for a sister in law, a cock hungry slut at that!”
“You have no idea Robert, I’ve wanted your cock ever since Claire first told me about your sex life, saying how thick you were, and how full you made her feel”!
“And I want to feel full, and not just today, I want you to fuck me anytime we get a chance.”
“You will feel so big in my arse too Robert”!
With that I fucked her even harder. Removing one hand from groping her boobs, I spat on my thumb and pushed it deep in her arse, making her buck forward and moan loudly.
“Oh fuck yes, fuck your slutty sister in law, finger my arse and fill me with your spunk sexy brother in law…….oh fuck, Robert I am going to cum, fill my cunt with your spunk!”
All this new dirty talk that was coming out of her mouth was sending me over the edge, and with a final few deep thrusts, I was emptying my seed, deep inside my sister in laws, wanton, dripping cunt!
I collapsed on top of her, kissing her neck. The feeling of complete and total sexual satisfaction running through my body,
Rachel then moved forward, my softening cock slipping from her pussy, covered in a mixture of our combined juices.
Starting to bend down to retrieve my shorts, Rachel stopped me.
“Can’t have you putting that cum covered cock back in you shorts Robert.”
With that she squatted down, taking me deep in her mouth, her tongue swirling around my cock, lapping up every bit of what we had created.
Finally releasing my cock from her mouth, she cursed….” Fuck”!
“What’s up?”
Looking where she was looking, I saw the problem, my cum had leaked from her pussy, her knickers covered in it.
“Oh well, I will have to put them on, and feel your spunk against my skin, until I can shower later”.
Damn she was every mans naughty fantasy, willing and very horny.
Making sure we looked respectable, she gave me a quick passionate kiss, wiping the lipstick from my lips once again, before leaving the garage.
She held me back for a second, making she we got a bit wet from the rain, just in case there were any stains anywhere, always thinking one step ahead.
Walking back in, we found Phil slumped, and Claire gently snoozing away.
Looking at the clock, I realised we had been out there for 30 minutes.
For once, I was thankful for the effects of white wine and Champagne.
More to come soon………. Hope you have all enjoyed It so far.
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............ that being said....... its definitely a great story & had me hooked thinking about it happening 
