From ddail@efn.org Tue Oct 17 23:55:21 1995 From: redragon@interserv.com Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: THE FANTASY SHOW WITH SISNLAW Date: 14 Oct 1995 14:17:11 GMT Message-ID: <45ogp7$gkd@data.interserv.net> It was late in the summer, a Saturday and I was at home watching a ball game. My wives brother and his wife had driven down for the weekend. Later that night we were planning on going out and hitting a few bars. My wife and her brother were out visiting some more of the in-laws, and his wife had gone to the mall for some shopping. I was at home watching the Braves loose another one, (before they turned the team around) when my sister-in-law returned. She told me she had bought some new clothes and asked if I wanted to see them. I said sure, and went back watching the game. She then went upstairs and began changing. When she returned, she was wearing this black mini dress, and some long heels. As she walked across the room modeling the outfit, I could tell she had visited the lingere shop, the bottom of her dress would swing up exposing her creamy white thighs, and decided she must have also bought stocking to go with the outfit. As thoughts of how to get my wife in an outfit like that ran through my mind, she bent over and removed her shoe. All interest in the game were now gone, as I gazed up her extended legs, and could just see the bottom of her panties as she adjusted her shoe. When suddenly I noticed she was looking my way. I quickly diverted my gaze, and asked her if this was what she was planning on wearing tonight. She replied she wasn't sure, but how did I like it. I said great, and she said she wanted to try on another outfit. When she returned, she was wearing this black bustier, with aqua trim around the neckline. The fabric was very sheer, and you could see the outline of her nipples through the material. I was shocked, to say the least. She proceeded to stroll across the living room, moving quite gracefully in those tall heels. She then wanted to know what I thought about this outfit. I said great. As she was returning up the stairs, I thought I better get out of this situation before it get out of hand. So I told her I was going to shower and get ready. At a time like this a cold shower was what I needed, but when I got to the bathroom, I changed my mind, and decided on a warm bath. We had our own private bathroom off of the master bedroom, so I filled the tub and got in. The water was warm, and as I laid there, I began to daydream. I then took my large erection in hand, and began to slowly stroke it. I figured a little fantasy wouldn't hurt, and began lathering up my hand with the soap. As I laid there, visions of my sister-in-law danced in my head. Before I could finish with the job in hand, in walks my sister- in-law. I quickly submerged myself under the water and drew the washcloth over my private part. This sort of looked like a flag on a flagpole I guess. She then explained she just wanted to know if her outfit obtained the desired effect. In my stupor, I began trying to play stupid. She further explained she had been outside the door watching through the louvered panels for several minutes, and knew what was going on. By now, my erection was completely gone, as my mind raced for something to respond with. Before I could come up with anything, she remarked, she was going to join me. She then disappeared, and I began trying to figure out just what to do. Before I could come up with something, she returned, and moved towards the tub. Surprising enough, she was still dressed to in lace outfit. When she reached the tub she sat down on the toilet, and produced one of those black vibrators with the gold tops. She then propped one leg up on the tub as to give me a better view, and began to make use of her toy. As I sat and gawked, my hard on quickly returned. The low hum of the vibrator was now straining under the increased pressure she was putting upon it. She then reached down, and unfastened the snaps holding the fabric across her crotch, thus exposing her beautiful auburn hair. She would carefully run the instrument down and barely insert it. With it moistened, she returned back to the top. This was driving me crazy, and I decided not to waste a good thing. While she enjoyed herself, I would indulge myself. After lathering up, I returned to stoking myself again. The sounds of the low buzz only heightened the excitement. It didn't take long for my delightment to finally come forward, and leave its residue across my chest. With that, my sister-in-law remarked how she hadn't meant to spoil my fun, but couldn't stand not seeing better what was going on, and how she truly enjoyed it. She then remarked that this would be our little secret.