Originally Posted by twowide
1970's. Arrived in Fartown. T'was a late Friday afternoon in Summer, but I remembered to collect a Half-Bottle of Whisky before taking a Cab from the Station to their Dormitory Village. Sister-in-Law ran to greet me. Short skirt. Torn Blouse. "He's not back yet and we've no food ! We must go shopping !" she sobbed. I followed her into the Kitchen, grabbing a tumbler from the draining board as she closed the door. Unscrewing the bottle I poured her a promptly sunk good measure. We kissed as I slid my hands down her bare back, her elastic-waisted skirt and briefs eased past her buttocks. I prized her cheeks apart with my thumbs as our tongues collided, the door crashing back as crestfallen Hubby stood, mouth agape. He'd been Completing an Installation 20 miles away. But when he got back, the Office was empty. His Pay Check was pinned to the Notice Board. Now, the Banks were shut. So no cash until Monday ! She poured herself another Measure as I mooted a Take-Away.
He took the Couple of Quid I proffered to get Liquid Refreshments from the Village Store, dropping me off at the Fishmongers. Apparently, they did a "Friday-Night Special " Fish & Chips. It took a full half hour to rustle-up 5 Fish Suppers! The table was laid for our return, their kids then consuming glasses of freshly bought Cola. He and I got a can of Lager. She had 2. During our repast I casually mentioned going out for a Pint. "YES !" She exclaimed.
She went somewhere to arrange Baby-Sitters. He took the kids up for a bath and bed. I got to wash the dishes.
I'm sat in the armchair by the door when he emerged, fully booted-and-spurred in bestist Charcoal Grey Suit and Shiny Shoes. He crashed-out on the sofa before me. She returned, dashing up stairs. Eventually, she descended, her shoes tucked under her arm. Long sleeved, high collared, crushed strawberry, velvet mini-dress. A tall girl. Very Mini. Yards of thigh. She smiled, turning and bending to place her shoes on the floor. Crotchless Tights, Tiny white Briefs. Acres of bulging arse. She beamed at me as she leaned back against the staircase, hem held aloft as she soft shoe shuffled into her Stilettoes. She strode into the room and bent over her sleeping husband before me. Her arse on display a couple of feet from my face as she softly called his name. Once roused, he led out to his hatchback, his working gear tossed into the boot as he cleared the back seat for me. She appeared in a short jacket, sitting in the Passenger Seat as we set off.
Filling Station First Stop. He took the £5 Note I passed through the open rear window as he affixed the nozzle, she turned, tears streaked with mascara as she took both of my hands in hers. "For Gods Sake get me out of this!" she pleaded. "I'm sick and tired of that tiny-cocked, Scrawney, Useless Bastard!" He MUST have heard, but nothing, not even change, when he returned from the kiosk.
The first Pub was deserted, so we headed for a table in the Snug. Half-a-Shandy for him. A Pint of Lager for me. Another in a Jacobean Tankard for her, together with 2 Double Whiskies. Their glasses rinsed with ale from mine. He perched on a stool, we sat on the Banquette, her left leg hooked over my right thigh. Finishing our drinks, he dropped us off outside the next place, parking round the rear. We embraced as we stood at the kerb. "Fuck Me!" she demanded. "Arse, c*nt, Mouth ! I just don't care! I just want a Big Cock!". We kissed as I unzipped her dresses seam under her left arm, caressing her now bare back. He returned, so we traipsed after him through the door, my hand up her skirt, hooked into her waist-band. It was quite populous, so he took the £5 note I gave him, drifting off to play darts. This time she sat on the stool, knees apart. A constant white flash. Her naked torso exposed via the gaping zip. Three pints of Lager, three Double Whiskies to my Single Pint. He came to find us at Closing Time.
It was a bright, cold night as we set off, the stars glinting in a cloudless sky. As we motored down the quiet Country Lanes, he put his left hand up between her legs. She drew-back her left fist and smashed it into his cheek. His head rebounded off the Seat Belt Anchor Point, his glasses sent skewiff under the pedals. Blood oozed from the gash caused by her Engagement Ring (he later grew a beard to disguise it, but carried the scar to his deathbed!) "Piss-Off, you Useless Bastard!" she cried. "HE is fucking me tonight!" I reached round and grasped her tits. "Open you legs for him!" I demanded. She did. "Pass me your coat and take off your dress!" I threw them into the boot. "Lean forwards and Switch On the Light !" I told her. I unclipped her bra, also ditched, and roughly squashed her tits. "Take off your tights and briefs !" I demanded, nipping her nipples. She arched up and divested herself of all her gear, replacing her shoes. I simply ditched the rest. "Lift you knees up onto the Dash-Board and hold them wide!" " Now." I told him, "get you fist up her c*nt!" He drove on a little way, pulling into to a Picnic Area. The both dismounted. I stayed put.
Yes, I could have fucked her. Perhaps a Double Penetration. Perhaps a Cum-in-Mouth. BUT that would perhaps have given HIM some sort of "leverage" over his Sister, MY WIFE, in some future Family Event ! Perhaps even DIVORCE or ALIMONEY !! And I wasn't prepared for THAT! They begged me to go and sleep at their place. Anywhere at there Place. But I refused. So, with the Interior Light still burning, and her still sat bollock naked, they drove me into Town. It was still lit when the drove Home !
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