Cheating on my Wife with Her Sister?

By Phantomimic I will tell you about something that happened to me a while ago. It's a story with a moral; let's see if you can figure it out. My marriage was going through a rough patch due to, you know, the usual, the magic was gone, the lovemaking was routine, the interest had vanished etc, etc. It seemed the flames had just burned out; at least for me. Now, I am a salesman and my work requires that I spend a significant amount of my time away from home. I had always been faithful to my wife but during these troubled times I tried my best to spice up my boring life with an affair, and I came very close. On two occasions I almost ended up in a motel room with ladies I met at bars but, for reasons not worthy of discussing here, nothing happened. My wife however grew more suspicious with each passing day. She became convinced I was having an affair and levied several strong accusations my way. So we engaged in the traditional marital conflicts where we fought and screamed at each other and so forth. I even think she followed me on some trips driving our other car. However, she did not have a shred of evidence that I had cheated on her (which technically I had not). It was then that my wife's sister started behaving in a strange way. My wife's sister is about 10 years younger. She was single at the time and she was hot. She was also very close to my wife and she would visit us often. Many times during the summers when she ran around in short skirts or

shorts I would take veiled glances at her long slender legs beginning at her ankles, moving up as much as possible and then fantasizing about what lay further up under her apparel. But it was just looking. I knew very well that she was off-bounds. What started happening one day is that my wife's sister began "coming on to me". At first I thought I was hallucinating, but the cleavages became lower, the skirts became shorter, and she started engaging in behavior she had never displayed before. For example she would pretend to drop something and then bend down giving me a panoramic view of her lovely rear end, or she would lick an ice cream cone or a spoonful of yogurt suggestively while looking at me. However, I held my ground, I told myself that no provocation was enough to make me hit on my wife's sister; or so I thought. One fine day when my wife had gone out the sister called me over to her house because she had a heavy piece of furniture that she needed help moving. When I got there she opened the door and to my astonishment I saw she was wearing a skimpy negligee. She pulled me into her house, closed the door and hugged me. I became all too aware of the pressure of her firm breasts against my chest. She then proceeded to confess that she was madly in love with me. She knew that this was wrong because I was her sister's husband but she could not deny it any more. She said that she was willing to go to hell for an eternity if it meant she could at least be mine for one hour. She separated from me, said, "I'll be waiting for you in my bedroom." and walked up the stairs. I was dumfounded and totally petrified. I just stood there watching the rhythmic movements of her hips swaying from side to side as she made her way to the top of the stairs. Once there she reached

under her robes, removed her panties and threw them at me saying "If you decide to come, I will be there for you." and disappeared from sight. Still dazzled at the bottom of the stairs I watched as her undergarments seemed to float down towards me. I reached out and caught them. They were a dark shade of blue and felt silken to the touch, but most unsettling of all was the faint musky smell that emanated from them. My body shuddered at the thought of the moist and warm sinful pleasures that these panties had contained just a few moments ago, pleasures that if I desired were mine for the taking, pleasures that lay wide open awaiting for me just a flight of stairs away. I experienced shortness of breath and felt dizzy. This was THE moment. What would I do? I came to my senses and said to myself, "Crazy, that is what I am, this is no stranger that I won't see ever again. This is my wife's sister for heaven's sake!" But then to my surprise I found that unconsciously I was rubbing her panties with my fingers and that I had brought them closer to my nose. They felt and smelled so good. I thought to myself, "Enough is enough, I am a man and I must make a decision, I must take a stand and live with the consequences." Thinking like this brought the resolve and determination I needed to break the impasse I had with myself. I made my decision on the spot. Dropping the panties I turned around 180 degrees and headed for the door. I flung the door open with such force that it banged loudly on the wall and within less than a second I was out on the front yard hurriedly making a beeline for my car. Halfway there however, I was stopped cold when someone jumped from behind one of the bushes intercepting me. It was my wife.

With my eyes wide open and mouth agape my mind started furiously racing through all the possible questions I would be confronted with and the answers I would give. As it turned out this was not necessary. My wife crying and sporting a big smile hugged me and repeatedly kissed me while saying, "Please forgive me but I had to be sure. You passed our test. You are the best husband any woman could wish for. How much I love you!" As my wife kept heaping praise after praise upon me I took a look towards the house. Her sister waved at me from a window in the second floor. It suddenly dawned on me that my marriage had been saved by a thread. So there you have it, that is my story, and like you all know every story has a moral, a lesson to be learned if you will. So I want to ask you dear reader what important lesson you think I learned from this experience. What is the moral of this story? If you haven't figured out, the answer is on the next page.

Always keep your condoms in your car.

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