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Sister-in-Law SuzySuzy is a middle aged woman who came into the family after having an affair with Robbie, my brother-in-law. The affair caused his marriage to break-up and they married soon after. Most of the family didn’t really like her; not because of the affair but because she was so annoying and full of herself. At family get togethers she and Robbie were always hinting how tired they were after such a night of shagging (although not in those words) and giggling to each other (the way newly weds do) and that kinda annoyed the other women. It’s not that she was beautiful or anything; quite the opposite really, she has medium sized breasts and hips and doesn’t carry too much weight but her least redeeming features are her laugh which she does constantly (for the lightest of reasons) and that she never stops talking!Suzy has a problem which, to her credit, she has really tried to work through. Her hubby Robbie has recently spent month after month either in hospital or in rehabilitation at home following a heart attack and other medical problems and so she has become more of a carer rather than a lover which is hard at the best of times.Robbie is back in hospital again ( in another County 40 miles away) and Suzie naturally wanted to visit him however her car broke down. She phoned my missus who offered my services as a driver to alleviate he situation. The journey there was uneventful other than she talked my ears off and after her two hour visit I started the car and prepared for another round of yakkity-yak! Half an hour into the return journey I had had enough and just blurted-out ‘Suzy, what’s your favourite sexual kaçak iddaa position’? ‘What’?, ‘You heard; what’s your favourite sexual position’? For a moment or two she clamped her jaw together then said ‘How inappropriate a question is that to ask a married woman;? At this stage I thought I’d really overstepped the line and expected her to slap me or something but she then asked why did I need to know such details. I knew I was in too deep now to retract my question so, in for a penny, in for a pound I said that she was a woman and like all humans she had needs and that she had an opportunity today to at least satisfy some of those needs!Silence! This silence seemed to drag on into eternity but was probably only a minute or two but during it I noticed that her bum sort of shifted about in her seat rather more than perhaps normal and I thought I’d seen a ghost of a smile fleetingly pass over her face too. Finally she looked over to me again and, looking at my lap with its tell-tale bulge said ‘Well, you seem to be enjoying yourself anyway – I’ll think about it’ and said no more. The squirming and thigh clenching continued and again that ghost of a smile as if she was mulling over my proposal. All too soon I was pulling the car into their garage and as we alighted she said ‘OK; but I set the rules, agree’? I acquiesced.Stepping into the sitting room she asked me to put the kettle on while she went to freshen-up. In doing so I realised I had perhaps gotten into something that I may or may not regret but the scene was set and my part in it was soon to become known. Shortly she called me and told me to come into the kaçak bahis boudoir and in doing so I was greeted to the vision of her standing in a bath robe with bright red lipstick at the foot of the marital bed. She beckoned me with her middle finger and as I moved closer she untied the robe’s sash and, pulling the robe apart revealed she had adorned herself with black single leg tights and a full body red coloured swimsuit! She now had my full attention and she put her hands on my shoulders and made me kneel before her and taking my head in her hands pulled it to her pubis and started to grind her crotch into my face. ‘You are probably wondering why the swimsuit’ she said, ‘well it’s because like all older women I have lumps, bumps and stretchmarks I’d rather not have so I find the swimsuit kinda smooths out the blemishes and adds a little spice to the proceedings; don’t you agree’? I dumbly nodded (well I couldn’t speak with my mouth full could I?). I couldn’t help noticing she had modified the swimsuit too as it was crotchless and from the hole were wisps of pubic hair. I delved my pinky finger into the bush and swished it up and down and in and out until I felt her clitoris hard against my finger. I was quite amazed to feel it was larger than some I had encountered in the past (my wife’s clit is smaller) and I guess it was the size of a medium sized erect nipple. I’d only just got my tongue around it when I suddenly realised I was about to ejaculate prematurely and, as you well know, once it starts it’s almost impossible to stop! Splut, splut, splut it went all over her lower leg and foot and commenced running illegal bahis down her lovely nylons. I stammered out my apologies (as you do) but she hushed me and said ‘You men have always thought you rule the world with you phallus symbol but it is the woman who really rule with the ownership of the vagina – no vagina; no fun so don’t you worry yourself, just carry-on doing what you’re doing and get yourself hard again boy’!Man, I was randy! When hard once more, I pushed her down onto the bed, flipped her over and slid it into that vagina as deep as I could from behind. She was wet and quite roomy in there and, to be honest I don’t have the biggest cock in the world but the sensation was still wonderful and I gave her the best cocking I was able too. After a few moments I turned her over onto her back and entered her missionary style. I was pleased when she drew-up her nylon clad legs and wrapped them around my buttocks and used her feet to pull me into her harder. shortly I could feel my orgasm building and told her I was coming but she said ‘ Please don’t cum in me; that’s only for my husband; pull out and cum on my belly please’! I did as I was told; I pulled out at the last moment and shot my load over her swimsuit clad belly. I was actually starting to warm to the woman now so while I was still hard I slid it back in and let it slowly deflate as we ground our hips together slowly in the afterglow of sex. I really enjoyed myself and, from all the sticky fanny juices she oozed; she enjoyed herself too. Finally my cock slipped out from that hairy, warm and wet love tunnel and I helped her stand up, dress once more in her robe and went out to the kitchen and enjoyed a lukewarm cup of tea.Finally, we kissed our goodbyes and she told me that if I breathed a word of this to anyone she would probably kill me – so mum’s the word eh?