I finished packing, lugged my suitcase off the bed and to the bedroom door.  I walked into the bathroom to have a quick check to make sure I hadn’t forgotten anything.   It was then that I noticed a pair of my panties hanging over the edge of the clothes hamper.  The sight made me remember a day that my sister and her husband, Curtis, were over and we decided to go into the hot tub.  I had gone into the bathroom to change and left my clothes in a pile on top of the hamper to change back into.    

That was the first day I noticed the tension between my sister’s husband and myself.  When I had walked into the kitchen, I noticed how subtlety his eyes drifted up and down my body and made his face flush.  

After a couple drinks in the hot tub, Curtis excused himself for a moment while my husband made us another round of drinks.  I had noticed Curtis was gone a while but didn’t think much of it until I went to change back into my clothes.

My panties, which I thought I had laid underneath, was on top of my pile of clothes. I picked them up and the crotch was damp.  I took a quick whiff and could have sworn I smelled cum.   Even to this day the thought aroused me and made my pussy tingle thinking he used my panties to cum that night.

“Gretchen,” I heard my husband call from the bedroom door, “Does this mean you’re ready to go?”

I walked out of the bathroom, my cheeks flushed and my panties damp thinking of spending the weekend with my sister and her husband, to be honest more her husband. 

“Yes, all ready,” I said to my husband with a smile.

 “Good, because your sister and Curtis are waiting downstairs,” he said.

I felt a twinge of guilt over my thoughts as I watched my husband grab my suitcase and haul it off down the stairs.  He was a good man but his job demanded many hours which left our sex life non-existent these days. 

As I walked into the kitchen, I was greeted by my sister with a big hug.

“Ready for a relaxing weekend at the cabin,” she said.

“I’m ready,” I smiled, feeling even more guilt, fantasizing about her husband.

After everything was set up and unpacked at the cabin, Curtis suggested a boat ride, which we all in unison agreed to.  As my husband and Curtis readied the boat, my sister and I packed the cooler and I quickly changed into a turquoise tube top and denim skirt.   

I could have sworn I felt Curtis’s eyes bore into me as he walked up the path from the dock to grab the cooler.  We had always had a flirtatious relationship over the years but it seemed to have progressed lately, or was it just me?

“Ready girls?” he said as he picked up the cooler.

“Let’s do this,” I said.

“Let’s,” Curtis said with a wink.

After a long day of boating, sun, drinks and many subtle touches, we arrived back at the cabin.  We had a quick dinner and while my sister and I cleaned up, Curtis and my husband made a fire.  I stood at the kitchen sink watching Curtis outside and thinking things I really shouldn’t have about my brother-in-law when my sister startled me.

“Gretchen, are you coming?” she said.

“I’ll be right out,” I responded with flushed cheeks.

I grabbed a beer from the fridge and joined the rest by the fire.  I took a seat directly across the fire from Curtis.  We sat, drinking, talking and laughing when I noticed Curtis’s eyes on me.  Before I could even stop myself, I uncrossed my legs, spread them and crossed the other leg over giving him a quick flash of my now very damp panties.

He moaned softly but I heard it as he sat back in his chair, the frustration, obvious on his face as I imagined him between my legs.

“I’m beat,” my husband said interrupting my naughty thoughts, “Ready for bed?” 

“Sure,” I said with a slightly deflated tone.

As we entered our bedroom, I felt the fatigue of the day.  My hubby kissed me quickly on the lips and said, “Good night.”  

I lay down on the bed, still in my tube top and skirt, too frustrated to bother changing.  I lay there fantasying about my brother-in-law like a very bad girl, as my husband softly snored beside me.  

I swore I felt a presence in the room when I suddenly felt my tube top slide down and a warm, wet sensation cover my nipple and suck ever so softly.  A soft moan escaped my lips, my back arched offering my breasts to the sensation. I then felt a hand slowly slide up my inner thigh, which made my body quiver and my pussy ache to be touched.

“Oh yes,” escaped my lips.

I sat up with a start, confused and disoriented.  It was dark and there was no movement in the room.  I looked over at my husband, laying on his side, his back to me and still snoring.  My hands went up to my tube top and it was still in place.

‘Was that a dream?’ I thought as my mind raced.

I’d never had a dream that felt so real.  My nipples still hard from the sensation I must have dreamt about.  I flopped back down on the pillow and thought to myself with a sigh, “Gretchen, you have got to stop this!’

My pussy ached so bad, I couldn’t take it anymore, so I got up and went into the bathroom.  I removed my clothes, let my hand slide down my belly into my soaking wet panties and rubbed myself to an orgasm thinking of my brother-in-law sucking my nipples.  While my orgasm felt really good, it only took the edge off.  Sighing, I grabbed my white satin robe, which barely covered my ass cheeks and headed back to bed.

I awoke to the smell of coffee and made my way into the kitchen.  My body felt a tremble when I walked into the kitchen and saw Curtis standing there next to the coffee pot.  He had his back to me and focused on what he was doing in front of him.  

“Good morning,” I said softly so not to startle him.

He jumped, spun around and I saw he had a coffee cup in his hand.

“Good morning,” he said with a slight grin, “Coffee?” he asked holding up the empty cup in his hand.

“Yes, please,” I said as I grinned back at him.

The tension in the room was overwhelming and I wondered if he felt it or was it just me.

I sat down at the table facing him,  I bent my knee and placed one foot up on the seat, giving him a clear shot of my panties.  My dirty little mind was smacking myself, thinking I should have taken them off before I left the bedroom.    

I shook my head, trying to shake off the dream of him sucking my nipples last night, I had to quit thinking like that.

“Cream?” he asked, bringing me back to reality.

“What?” I responded, looking up at him confused as he held up the coffee cup.

“Cream?” He asked again with a cheeky grin.

“Yes, please, I’d love your cream,” I said in a fog when it hit me, “Oh my God, SOME!” I quickly changed my wording feeling my face flush a deep red.

He chuckled hard and I set my leg down and flopped my head on the table, Real seductive Gretchen, I thought to myself.

“Coffee with extra cream,” he said as he set the cup down in front of me.

“Thank you,” I said with an exasperated tone, “I really need this.”

“Someone is tired this morning,” he said with a grin, “Bad dreams keep you up?”

My eyes darted up to his immediately, “No, not bad dreams but dreams definitely kept me from sleeping,” I said.

“That’s good, wouldn’t want you to have nightmares,” he said as his hand softly stroked the top of my head in one quick motion before returning back to the counter.  He picked up his cup of coffee and leaned against the counter looking at me.

The feeling of his hand touching me sent a quiver through my whole body and made my pussy drip with arousal.  

“Want to tell me about the dream?” He asked as he slowly sipped his coffee.

I took a long sip of my coffee, trying to keep my hands from shaking as my eyes slowly roamed down his body.  My thoughts started to wander again, wondering what his cock was like.  I’d only ever been with my husband which spurred my curiosity.  As my eyes reached his groin area, I saw his cock twitch beneath his boxers.  My eyes immediately darted back up to his, which were fixated right on mine.  I felt my face flush again as he grinned.

“Good morning,” my sister chipped as she entered the kitchen.

“Good morning, I said to her quickly, sipping my coffee and looking down.

“Curtis, get me some coffee,” she barked.

He turned to get her coffee but not before his eyes connected with mine.  I got up from the table and said, “I need a shower.”

I turned on the shower and climbed under the hot stream.  My pussy ached so bad I just couldn’t take it anymore.  I let my hand slide down between my legs, the first touch made my body tremble and I rubbed myself to a delectable orgasm.

Another long day of inappropriate looks and touches.  I was a very bad girl and fed my hubby more beers then he’d usually have. We got in late off the lake, had dinner and spent another night around the fire, talking and laughing like any normal couples would do; only my mind was secretly focused on my brother-in-law.

As it got later, my hubby was the first to decide it was time for bed, which of course I followed along.  I stripped out of my clothes and climbed into bed next to him.  He was already turned on his side, snoring lightly.  I lay there in the dark, my thoughts wandering where they shouldn’t be.  

I faded off to sleep and awoke to an odd sensation.  The feeling my lips were being traced ever so softly.  I sat up quickly and licked my lips.  There was a sweet sticky taste to them.  I looked over at my hubby as he still snored away when I noticed a movement in the doorway that startled me.  The shadow quickly moved from the doorway toward the kitchen.

I slowly climbed out of bed and slipped my robe on and headed in that direction.  As I entered, I saw his silhouette in front of the sink, draped in the moonlight.  I walked up slowly behind him and asked softly, “Everyone asleep?”

I heard him inhale deeply and turn around.  Without warning, he reached out and put his arm around me at my waist and pulled me against him.  I whimpered softly, feeling his hard cock now pressed against my belly.

“This is wrong,” he whispered.

“I know,” I responded, “but I can’t help it.”

He leaned down and kissed me passionately.  The fire erupted and there was no going back now.  The sensation of his lips devouring mine made my body burn right down to my toes.  His lips moved from mine, down my neck, greedily nibbling away.

“I dreamt you rubbed your cock across my lips,” I breathlessly whispered.

He moaned and said, “What if it wasn’t a dream.”

“Oh God,” I whimpered, the thought arousing me completely, “And my nipples?”

“Wasn’t a dream either,” he said as his hands undid my robe and gently cupped my breasts.

His thumbs brushed over my nipples, back and forth making me moan deeply into his mouth.

“I have to taste more,” I purred softly as I slowly kissed my way down his chest.

He moaned deeply as he leaned back against the sink as I lowered myself kneeling before him.  I looked up at him and smiled as my hands came up and gently tugged on the waistband of his boxers.  I tugged at them until his hard cock sprang free from them.

“Mmm,” I moaned as I reached out and wrapped my hand around it.

I stroked it up and down before I moved my face in closer.  I opened my lips and let my tongue slide between them and swirled it around the head of his cock.  He let out a soft moan as his hands gripped the counter and his head fell back.

I licked my lips tasting the precum oozing from his cock now.  It tasted so sweet I had to have more.  My eyes looked up at him, as I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the head of his cock.  His breath caught in his chest as I started to slide my mouth down his length, engulfing him.

I slowly bobbed my head up and down his hard cock, coating it with my saliva. I reached up and wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and stroked it as my mouth concentrated on sucking the rest hard.  I brought my other hand up and gently cupped his balls, fondling them back and forth.

“Oh fuck,” he growled deep from his chest as his head fell back and his hands gripped the countertop.  

I continued my bobbing up and down on his cock relentlessly.  His moans grew louder and louder and I felt his fingers lace in my hair as his hips started to rock slowly towards my mouth. I dropped my hands and let him slowly thrust his cock in and out of my mouth as I sucked steadily.

As his hip speed increased, so did his grip on my head.  A need took over in him and he began to fuck my pretty little mouth hard.  Feeling his hard cock ram down my throat made me gag but seemed to fuel his desire when I did.

“That’s it, take my cock you dirty little whore,” he growled deeply.

I moaned deeply on his cock rammed in my mouth as his words echoed around my head. The corners of my mouth curled up in a cheeky grin, I am a dirty little whore, I thought to myself.

His moans quickly turned to grunts and he held my head tighter.  He thrust his cock in and out of my mouth.  “Oh fuck,” I heard him groan as I felt the first rope of his hot seed hit the back of my throat.  

I began to greedily milk his cum from his cock.  Taking each rope as it filled my mouth.  

He let out a long sigh of relief as he finished and I looked up at him, swallowing it all.

“Fuck, Gretchen,” he said between ragged breaths.

I licked my lips fully around with my tongue and stood up, my eyes looking into his.  He grabbed my face and pulled me in and kissed me deeply.

A sound came from down the hallway that startled us both.

“Get back to bed,” Curtis said quietly.

I turned to quietly sneak back down to my bedroom when he playfully slapped my ass and said, “Next time.”

I slipped my robe off and slipped softly back into the bed next to my husband.  His soft snoring hadn’t seemed to miss a beat so I leaned over and kissed his cheek softly with my brothers-in-law cum on my lips.