Sister In Law

100% fiction!

This all occured several years ago, so I feel confident in the retelling now. For name change sake, let's call my ex sister in law "Laura".

My wife's a-hole brother traveled to Italy for business purposes and ended up meeting, and marrying an incredibly gorgeous, fit-bodied, sweet as pie Italian woman named Laura. How a complete jerk like him got such a perfect creature like her does remain a mystery to me. As Laura and I were both Italian (me by descent, her by nationality), and my wife's messed-up family always figured the worst about me, after I while I figured, one day I'll give it to them.

Laura and "John" we'll call him, were having problems. Everyone knew it. And each time I saw her in snug-fitting jeans and a tank top or other tight shirt, her flirty attitude and our positive relationship with each other drove me crazy. Her amazing body, beautiful face, and desire to take care of people only made her that more appealing to me.

Driving to see she and John one afternoon, one of those random thoughts hit me "Wouldn't it be great if only Laura was home..AND, she had her nails done long and polished (I admit to having a nail fetish). Thirty minutes later, I had both of my wishes.

Entering the kitchen after being directed in, there Laura stood: Alone, jeans shorts, white Nike t-shirt, and long, dark red nails. My brain went into overdrive, knowing the back story of their problems, Laura's body in such show-off clothing, and those long claws.

Making pleasant conversation as long as possible, Laura then stood at the countertop to get us another cup of coffee. It was then I made my move.

Standing behind her, I wrapped my hands around her thin, exposed waist, and pulled her into me.

"Hey.." I began. "You deserve so much more..Look at you..So beautiful, so, if I may, sexy...What can I do to make you feel better?" I asked, caressing her midsection and waist area. At first, Laura simply ate up the attention and didn't respond. However, once she did, it was concrete.

"Mmm.." she sighed. "You really want to know what you can do for me?" Laura asked, reaching her hand to my crotch.

"What, name it? Nobody else is around..It's just us..Me. And. You." I replied, lifting her shirt above her marvelous 36Cs.

"Take me in there and make me forget about HIM..They all think you're after me or I'm after you anyway.." Laura noted, entirely correct.

Leading me into the bedroom, Laura stood in place while I slowly disrobed her, worshipping every inch of her body in the process. Doing the same with me, Laura added a quick BJ before we fell to the bed.

Plunging into her as I'd always wanted to, I took great pleasure in feeling Laura's long nails dig like crazy into my back and shoulders. She was just so sexy and beautiful, the following hour of intense fucking seemed to fly by. Never before had I had this sort of deep, intense sex with a woman that time meant or appeared standing still. I HAD at Laura, and she HAD at me.

When we finished and showered together, about 30 minutes passed before John got home. Seeing me on the porch, the clueless, soon to be ex-husband, greeted me and, without knowing how much, said "Nice to see you..Hope Laura's been treating you well".

He never knew just how well Laura treated me. For the next 2+ years, the sexy, now-ex sister in law and I met up for regular casual sex.