Affair With My Slutty Sister-N-Law by MountMyPole

Wouldn’t it be life changing to be able to anticipate all the curveballs that life will throw at you in the future? To be able to anticipate or foresee future events would be so amazing, but that ability could also cause us to change our choices, which could in turn change the future events we foresaw, giving us yet an even different future. Yes, it’s very complicated. Makes you glad you can’t foresee the future, huh?

Am I trying to be some great philosopher? No! Like many others, I have had more than my share of curveballs thrown at me and some have hit me right in the face and damn did they hurt. We’re talking pain most people couldn’t even imagine. However, there have been some that came so far out of left field, so that I couldn’t even see them coming.

Meeting my wife was one of those. We met by complete accident and after our first date, we had sex almost every single day for the next six years. We had sex everywhere, in department store changing rooms, restaurant bathrooms, parks, movie theaters, her car, my car, our backyard, our pool, and the list goes on and on. Our sex life was the dream sex life, but then that fucking curveball came out of left field at about a thousand miles an hour.

Yip! The big “C”! It changed everything, except for how much we loved each other. Nothing was going to change that, but unfortunately our sex life went from A+++ to C- almost immediately and eventually went to F-. There was absolutely no one to blame, as way too many women can tell you, it just happened. There was no way to see it coming, but blame almost always raises its ugly head and in our case, my wife blame herself for our sex life being destroyed. At no point ever, did I blame her. That would just be wrong! My wife overcame her illness, but never recovered from the emotional and sexual image impact on her. Thus our sex life never recovered either.

Then one day I got hit in the face again with a curveball out of right field. My wife, told me to go have an affair with her sister, but to never ever tell her about it. Now, her sister, Yasmine, and I have always been good friends. We hit it off when we first met and I do consider her attractive, but my wife is absolutely beautiful. Of course I said no way! That just wasn’t an option for me, for a whole lot of reasons.

One, her sister was married, to an utterly pathetic moronic British guy. Hey, I have friends who are British and they are amazing, but this guy was a complete embarrassment to the country of England. Seriously!!! Two, Yasmine can be very naive, sometimes even a little clueless, and she actually believed her marriage was good. When in fact, her husband only married her for her money and every one else knew it. Yas was in deep denial.

Second, I didn’t see any way that Yasmine was going to be able to handle me fucking her brains out every day like I did my wife. Trust me, my wife was very good at fucking my brains out as well. It was my belief that I’d fuck Yasmine once and then she’d never let me fuck her again, because I fucked her unconscious. Yasmine was also the prude of the family.

My wife loved dressing in such a way that I could see her amazing huge nipples through her clothing and she rarely wore panties, giving me easy access to her very juicy pussy anytime I wanted it, and that was most of the time. Yasmine only wore padded bras and granny panties. I know this because I watched their house one time when they went on a short vacation and I went through her entire bra and panty drawer. Yes, I jacked off in several of her bras and panties and put them back.

Then another curveball came flying in, but we all anticipated it, we just weren’t sure exactly when it was coming. Yasmine finally got the nerve to kick her dumbass husband out and divorce him. Once the divorce was finally, my wife let me know that her sister was free and that I should go “hit that” ass and make it mine. Yes, my wife can be a bit crude at times. When we had sex everyday, her potty mouth could heat up our sexual desire. She even told me Yasmine would fall in love with my cock. Ok, so I had been thinking the exact same thing.

By this time I was definitely becoming more and more sexually frustrated, but I just couldn’t bring myself to go after Yasmine. As time went on however, I noticed Yasmine spending more time at our house or asking us or me to come over to her house. For me, it was mostly going over to help her with yard work and other things, but I clearly notice our friendship getting stronger and closer over time. I couldn’t help but wonder how much my was behind all this.

It all kind of peaked one day when I, out of sincere concern and friendship, asked Yasmine how she was doing and that’s when another curveball came in from nowhere and hit me right in the face. I was doing some yard work for her and she brought me some water.

“Thank you for doing this Mike. I really appreciate it.”

“It’s not that much work and I don’t mind helping you out whenever you need it.”

“Well, I know you are very kind to me and I wish there was a way I could repay you.”

“It’s really ok Yas! Not to pry, just asking as your friend and brother-n-law, how are you doing?”

She got a little sad and I almost thought she was going to cry.

“It’s been harder that I thought it would be Mike! I’m lonely and I fill my time with work and I don’t know how to date anymore and I just want to get laid!”

OK! I’ve already told you how I feel about Yasmine, but the second she said, “get laid” my cock went telephone pole on me. There was no warning that she was going to tell me, her brother-n-law, that she wanted to get fucked. Clearly my cock was ready and willing to make that sacrifice to make her happy again, but I kept it cool…as I could.

“I know the transition has had to be difficult and you know I’m here to help you in any way possible. You are my sister-n-law and my friend and I care about you a great deal Yas.”

“God you are so kind to me, Mike! My sister is so fucking lucky!”

Walking up to Yas, I gave her a hug and she wrapped her arms around me and hugged me back hard. It was as if she was clinging on to me for dear life. We stayed that way for about five minutes and then quickly broke it off when her best friend, Stacy, came into the back yard. I had met Stacy before.

“Hey you two! I didn’t mean to break up a moment.”

We all kind of laughed.

“You didn’t. Yas is just feeling down a bit and trying to remind her she still has a lot of people who care about her.”

“He’s right about that Yas. If you need anything, call me.”

“I know you guys and thank you for everything you do for me.”

I went back to work and Yas and Stacy went into the house to the living room to sit and chat. A few minutes later I had to go into the garage and went though the house, when I heard them talking a little loudly and their conversation made me stop. They clearly didn’t know I had come in and I was picking up the conversation midway.

“But Yas, you don’t need to find a guy, you already have one.”