I slinked out of my sister’s room. The short walk down the dark hall to my room was one of the longest.

I opened the door with my keycard, which beeped this time.

My erection was still obvious as I walked into our dark room.

My wife lay naked on our bed, with a sheet meticulously arranged over her gorgeous curves. Her breasts were pushed together as she lay, showing me the cleavage and her right nipple and areola. Such sights were the dreams of every pubescent male.

Ten minutes ago, I would have indulged her body in all sorts of oral pleasures, but now I had some explaining to do.

“Babe, wake up.”

She rolled onto her back, sheet falling to expose her gorgeous rack.

“I need to talk with you.” I continued.

“I can’t, honey; I’ve got a headache.” Her games from this evening continued.

I took a deep breath. “Babe, I just accidentally fucked my sister.”

The silence that escorted my wife from snoozy/horny to awake and furious was far too long. I’d have preferred the executioner’s sword to swing faster and truer.

She stirred. “What the fuck?”

I continued. “It’s true. I went into the wrong room. It was dark, and she had a pillow over her face. I thought she was you. She thought I was her husband.”

Now wide awake, my wife sat up. Her sleeping mask was cast aside like the wrapping on an impatient child’s present.

“And no one thought to check they had the right person on the end of this fuck?”

“I assumed it was part of our game, the darkness and pillow. I didn’t speak to her.”

My wife dropped her arms by her side. I took note of how her arms perfectly captured her breasts as they were slightly pressed together in their natural state.

“Did you cum in her?”

“Yes.”

“Fucking hell! Stand up.”

Not in the position to argue, I stood up. I’d pulled on my pants as I scurried away, but still had no shirt on. My cock continued to betray me by being semi-hard.

My wife continued. “Get naked.”

I slid off my pants and stood in front of her.

“Oh fuck. You did fuck her, didn’t you? I can still see her juices on you.”

“I’m not lying to you.”

Her look softened as she realized that at least I was being honest with her.

“Did you eat her pussy?”

“Yes.”

“How did you do it?”

“Exactly like I eat you out. I thought she was you.”

“Did she like it?”

“Yes.”

“How much?”

“About as much as you do.”

“So, she loved it then.” I didn’t respond. Yes, she had loved my tongue inside her.

“What are her breasts like?”

“They’re…good.”

“Fucking tell me what her breasts are like. They look good from what I’ve seen.”

“They’re hot. Bigger than yours. Her nipples are big when she gets aroused.”

“So you played with them?”

“Yes. I loved touching them, just like yours when I’m licking your pussy.”

“When you fucked her. Did you just go straight in, or did she suck you off first?”

“I went straight in. I was so hard from our games tonight.”

“I bet she loved your cock.”
“Yes, she did.”

Her body language softened once more.

“Come here.” She used her index finger to summon me.

She wrapped her hand around my still wet cock.

“How tight was she? This tight?” My wife lightly gripped around my shaft while she slowly slid her hand from my cock tip to the base.

“Tighter.” Came my reply.

“This tight?” She continued. Gripping my shaft a little tighter while continuing to stroke to the base and back.

I reasoned with her, “I was fully hard, baby.”

“Oh, I bet she felt tight then; you’d have filled up your sister, I imagine. Was she this tight?”

My wife squeezed slightly harder on my now hard cock. Her hands slid over the veins of my thick seven-inch shaft, down to my balls and back up to my mushroom tip.

Her hand slid easily over my cock due to the combination of my sister’s pussy juice and the cum I had blown inside her earlier.

I stood by her side as she stroked me as she sat naked on our hotel bed.

“Honey,” my wife whispered, “I want to taste your sister’s pussy juice.”

I took a step towards my wife. She grasped my shaft by the base and engulfed as much of my cock as she could in her mouth.

Her eyes rolled backward as she took in as much of me as she could, tasting the remnants of my sister's love juice on my shaft.

Overcome with lust, I blurted, “I want to fuck your tits.”

“Oh yeah.” She replied as she lay back on her back and dragged me on top of her.

I kneeled up over my wife and pressed my wet, hard, throbbing cock between her gorgeous tits.

She squeezed her breasts together for me as I started to thrust.

Up and back. I drove my cock between my wife’s tits.

She looked up at me. “Are you thinking about your sister’s big tits?”

“Yes.“ I replied as I drove my cock up and into my wife’s mouth.

“Oh, fuck your sister’s tits, baby.” She encouraged me as I continued to pound her tits up into the headboard of the bed.

I thrust harder and harder as I imagined being on top of my sister's big, hard rack.

“Cum on me like you came in your sister.”

I couldn’t bear it anymore. I drove my cock up once more between my wife’s warm tits and jammed my tip in her mouth.

She took the first blast in her mouth before I pulled out and sprayed the remainder over her tits.

“Oh, fuck, baby, you are pent up, aren’t you!”

“Would you fuck your sister in front of, or with me?”

I staggered to comprehend, let alone answer…