*If my wife ever reads this, she’ll kill me.*
When we lived in London, when my wife was still my girlfriend, her younger sister would come over to the UK from Poland to stay with us every summer, during her months-long break from university. She’d come to practise her English and to earn decent money by working temporary jobs we’d help her get.
It would be cramped, three of us living in a one-bedroom place, but we made it work. And she was fun to be around, my wife’s younger sister, she was relaxed and funny, plus she cooked for us. And, of course, she was gorgeous. I’ll call her Lena.
Lena’s seven years younger than my wife (she was older than 18 when this happened, don’t worry). They look broadly similar, tall, slender, blonde, beautiful. When she stayed with us, I had to keep reminding myself that Lena was essentially my younger sister, especially when I found my eye straying to her, when I found myself checking her out.
Lena sure didn’t make it easy though. She often wore tight t-shirts and tiny shorts around the flat, especially when it was hot. I had to fight not to stare at her long, smooth legs and her full chest and rounded, perky ass.
Lena didn’t actually flirt with me, thank god, but I often felt her eye on me too. And then, there was the night she watched us.
My wife and I slept in our bedroom, her sister on the sofa bed in the living room. We must have forgotten to close the door that evening. We probably made more noise than we should have.
I was between my wife’s spread thighs, making her moan and press into my face as I licked her pussy. But as I focussed on her clit beneath my tongue, I saw movement in my peripheral vision. I flicked my eyes in the direction of it. Our door was more than halfway ajar and Lena was standing in that open space.
My first reaction was to tense up. I stopped lapping at my wife’s cunt, but she moaned in complaint, she reared into me with greedy insistence, until I settled into licking her again.
I kept glancing over at the doorway as I did so. Lena hadn’t moved. She wasn’t even crouching down, she was standing there, bold as day. Maybe she thought the darkness hid her? It didn’t. I could see the outline of her and more. Her hair was tied back. She was wearing a vest and nothing on her lower half except a pair of knickers. She had a hand down the front of them as she spied on us.
Even as my wife came beneath my mouth, I kept looking over at her sister watching us. Even as I got up between her thighs to press my cock into her, I watched Lena staring at us. At me.
Her hand was moving in ernest by that point. I thought I could hear her heavy breathing over the noise my wife was making. I couldn’t deny it, it was hot, to be watched, especially to be watched by my wife’s little sister.
I fucked my wife harder.
The next time I looked over at Lena, I saw she’d pulled her knickers down to the middle of her thighs. Her hand was moving visibly on her cunt.
I played up to my audience. I really went to town on my wife. I pounded her. I sucked her tits. I rubbed my hand roughly over her chest, then over her face. My wife slurped on my fingers noisily as I pushed two of them into her mouth. She made such horny sounds as I screwed her fast and deep.
When I next glanced up at Lena, she’d stepped a little further into our bedroom. I saw her more clearly in a beam of moonlight coming in from the window at her side thanks to our curtains that didn’t properly. Her eyes met mine, and there was no doubt we both saw each other. Lena knew that I knew she was there.
She didn’t run away. She stayed. Lena smiled at me. She took her hand away from her pussy, she pushed her hips forwards, as if she was showing her cunt to me. I saw two smooth lips beneath sparse, dark blonde hair, before Lena’s fingers were back on herself.
I drew out of my wife, I slid up her body. I knelt over her chest as I pushed my dick into her face. My wife groaned as she sucked on me. She loved doing this, it sent her crazy horny, but it only ever happened on those occasions when she was really riled-up. She was that night. It sent my wife wild as she pleasured me, as she tasted herself on my cock.
It felt wrong to do it, to let someone else see my wife in that state without her knowing she was being watched. It was so, so wrong to let her little sister see how filthy her big sister could get, but that only made it hotter. I went back and forth between my wife’s quim and her mouth, using her, treating her bad, making her mewl for more of it.
Lena was leaning forwards now. She had her free hand on the wall, steadying herself as she trembled, as her hand worked quickly between her thighs.
As I got there, I pulled myself out of my wife’s pussy for the final time. She raised her face to me as I came. Her little sister saw it all as I erupted over my wife, as I coated her face in line after line of jizz.
My wife laid a hand to her cunt, she brought herself off again, with me, as I made a wicked mess of her. My wife eagerly sucked on my prick as she climaxed, swallowing the last of it. When I looked up, Lena was orgasming with us, that free hand was clamped over her mouth, her eyes were looking straight into mine.
I’ve never told my wife that her sister watched us. And Lena acted perfectly normal with me afterwards, for the rest of that summer visit, even if we both knew what had happened.
We’ve still never spoken about it. But more than ten years later, with Lena a successful professional, with her an accomplished woman, I can’t stop thinking about her playing with her pussy as she spied on us that night.
I wonder if it’s on her mind, too, each time she sees me at family gatherings?