Crazy Sex Adventures(Erotica)

Afterwards, they dry off and just lie on the bed, talking.

“Sharon asked some weird questions at lunch today,” Rhonda tells him.

“What kind of weird questions?” Tim asks nervously.

“Oh, she doesn’t suspect anything,” she reassures him. “She was more interested in Paul and I?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, it’s not like she came right out and asked but she seemed very interested in how Paul and I are doing sexually,” Rhonda says. “It was weird, because we used to have these girl talks before either of us got married but we haven’t in a long time.”

“I’ve noticed a slight change at home,” Tim confides. He explains how he’s felt Sharon starting to respond during their monthly ritual but seemingly trying to fight it. Rhonda can’t believe it when he tells her how Sharon uses a lubricant.

“With your tongue at her disposal?” she says, flicking her tongue out for emphasis. “She’s an idiot!”

“So, what did you tell her?” he asks.

“She was pretty interested in how her family’s religious beliefs affected me in the bedroom and I thought maybe if she knew Paul didn’t buy into all that crap she might, you know, loosen up a little.” Rhonda is running her hand across Tim’s stomach as she speaks.

“I lied,” she says, matter-of-factly. “I told her that her brother was an amazingly passionate and sensitive lover who took me to places I couldn’t even describe,” Rhonda laughs. “You should have seen the look on her face when I told her that what he does with his tongue was downright sinful.” Rhonda’s hand is combing through Tim’s pubic hair as she continues more seriously.

“If she only knew I was describing you,” she sighs, her hand sliding between his legs and gently caressing his balls.

“What did Sharon say?” Tim asks, spreading his legs to give Rhonda more access while not even trying to hide his fascination with the sexual discussion between his lover and his wife.

“That’s what’s weird,” Rhonda says, still stroking his balls. “Her face got red and… at first, I thought I had embarrassed her but then I realized she looked really angry. She quickly changed the subject and then said she had to go.” Tim thinks about the conversation while enjoying the way Rhonda is fondling his balls. His cock is coming to life from her teasing.

“I can’t imagine why she would be angry about you and Paul,” he says, almost to himself. “Unless she feels like it somehow betrays their parent’s beliefs.”

“Do you thing she’ll stop resisting her own feelings if she thinks her brother has abandoned the fold?” Rhonda asks.

“I don’t know but I appreciate you trying to help,” he says, kissing the top of her head.

“Tim,” Rhonda says, “if Sharon starts responding to you… will we still…?” She doesn’t finish.

“Oh, Rhonda, no,” Tim answers honestly, his cock now standing at attention. “I can’t imagine stopping this. What you do to me…” His voice trails off.

“What we do to each other,” she says with a mischievous grin on her face. “Speaking of which…” she smiles as she licks her way down his body, dragging her soft tits across his cock, before sucking the head of it between her lips.

In no time at all Rhonda is bobbing her head up and down on his hard cock as her fingers continue to tease his balls. He thrusts up into her mouth, not even trying to hold back and explodes with his third orgasm of the afternoon.

“We aren’t even close to finding out how many times you can cum,” Rhonda says as they get dressed. “We need more time.”Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

“Once schools out, I have a couple of weeks before summer school starts. We could spend the whole day,” he tells her as she runs a brush through her hair.

“Let’s plan on that,” she says, smiling at him in the mirror. “And of course, we’re going to spend a week together at the beach,” she adds, mischievously.

“With our spouses,” he reminds her. She just shrugs and kisses him on the lips.

Before they leave, Rhonda suggests they draw cards for next week so they know what to look forward to. He agrees and draws a Doggy Style card from the box. The picture is just what you would expect with the woman on all fours and the man penetrating her from behind. He was hoping for something more exotic, before it dawns on him that just fucking Rhonda every week is exotic.

Rhonda draws a Missionary Anal position card. Now we’re talking! The woman is on her back with her legs drawn up next to her head and a pillow under her hips while the man half kneels between her legs, penetrating her ass with his cock.

“You look happy about fucking my ass!” Rhonda teases as she playfully squeezes his cock. He didn’t realize he was getting aroused again.

“Should we bring some lubricant?” he asks. “I’ve never done this before.”

“You can get some just in case, but first we’ll try using some natural lubricant,” she laughs at the puzzled look on his face. “I’m sure you can churn up some lubricating juice with your tongue in the right place, can’t you?” she asks.

“No doubt!” he says, kissing her again before they exit the apartment.

Sharon is fuming! Ever since her lunch with Rhonda, she’s been pacing the floor and trying to figure out how her brother could betray her like this. The hypocritical bastard was sucking and fucking his wife into oblivion, while Sharon was gritting her teeth and trying not to have an orgasm because of the vow they took! The vow to never enjoy sex again! Doesn’t that mean no orgasms?

What the hell was she thinking? How could she have been so stupid? Women can have sex without climaxing but men never do! While she’s sacrificing her sex life with her husband, her brother is getting off with his wife all the time, according to Rhonda.

Rhonda’s description of their lovemaking brings back vivid images of the day she was gyrating on her brother’s hard cock. The only orgasm she’s ever had, at least when she was fully lucid. She doesn’t want to think about that! Pounding her fist against her leg, not for the first time, she tries to make sense of it all. How could her brother have deceived her like this?

She needs to calm down and label her feelings. That’s what all the self-help books say; label your feelings. Okay, there is anger, of course, and betrayal, frustration, hurt, jealousy. Jealousy?

Of what? Of who? Of Rhonda? Because she’s getting orgasms that Sharon’s not or… no! She is not jealous of her brother’s wife! No! That’s not what this is about. She hears Tim’s car in the driveway and tries to pull herself together.

“How was your day?” Tim asks, walking into the kitchen where Sharon is making dinner.

“Fine. And yours?” she asks, smiling over her shoulder at him.

“Great!” he says, trying not to sound too enthusiastic. It really was a great day, eating and fucking his sister-in-law. “How was your lunch with Rhonda?” he asks, wondering how Sharon will react.

“Good,” she says, not very convincingly.

“Did you guys agree on a date for our joint vacation?” he asks, already knowing the answer from Rhonda.

“Yes,” she says, hesitantly. “Fourth of July week,” she answers, turning from the stove. “Do you really want to do this? Would you rather take a vacation somewhere, just the two of us?”

“I thought this was your idea,” Tim answers, wondering how her lunchtime discussion of Rhonda and Paul’s sex life has suddenly given Sharon a change of heart about the vacation.

“It was. I just wasn’t sure how you felt about it,” she says and he knows she’s lying.

“I think it’s great,” he says. “You absolutely love your brother and we both adore Rhonda. Is there a problem?”

“No,” Sharon lies again. “We’ll have a great time,” she says, unenthusiastically. Tim lets it go.

One of the most ironic elements of Tim and Sharon’s marriage is that they sleep cuddled up to each other every night except on the nights they make love. Sharon, in her knee length cotton nightgown, spoons against Tim’s naked back with her arm around him, or sometimes he spoons against Sharon’s back, being careful not to touch her breasts.

A couple of days after their vacation discussion, Sharon climbs into bed and snuggles up against her husband’s back as usual. Tim, who had his back to her and didn’t see her come to bed, notices the difference immediately. Instead of her normal cotton nightgown, Sharon is wearing something soft and cool; satin maybe? She cuddles up to him and says goodnight. Maybe Rhonda’s right. Maybe if Sharon thinks her brother isn’t buying into the whole sexual repression, she shouldn’t either. He wiggles his ass against her satin covered thighs and says goodnight.