My husband slept with my sister. I needed to reclaim him while finding out who was better!

My sister has recently gone through a divorce from a largely loveless marriage and a dead bedroom. We are incredibly close, and while my sister doesn’t know *everything* about my marriage, she does know that my husband and I are in an open relationship, swing with other couples, and are hedonists. Sex is something we talk about often, especially when she was going through the divorce since being with someone who slept with her once a year didn’t match with her increasing sex drive as she had gotten older. We celebrated the divorce the night it was signed with a bottle of wine, and while a little tipsy, she talked about how she had always had a crush on my husband.

A few days later, I casually brought it up to my husband who had a good laugh about it. I asked if he thought the same, and he said that we looked very similar so she was definitely cute in his eyes but he hadn’t really thought about it. (Liar.) We talked a bit more about it, and given our hedonist ways, my husband would be a safe way to explore her sexual side post divorce. I wasn’t crazy about it at first, but thoughts of them together consumed me. Not in the way I’m sure most of you think. I wanted to know if I was the better one. If I was the better lay in bed. The sibling rivalry caught ablaze again. I called my sister on the phone, and after a day for her to think about it, called and asked when they could go out. Last Saturday they went to dinner, and then spent the night at a hotel downtown.

I was practically waiting by the door when he came back. It was past noon when I got the text that he was on his way, and I jumped him the second the door opened. I wanted to know everything, and I mean *everything* because I *needed* to know. And not just needed to know, but I needed to reclaim him. Make him mine again.

He’s basically thrown to the couch by the door as I hungrily pull his slacks to the floor. I kiss his inner thigh while I stroke his length in my soft hand. His words are said through laughs seeing as how hungry I was for him. He talks about dinner, kissing in an alleyway by the restaurant, and then barely making it back to the hotel room before going at it like animals. His cock is buried in my throat by the time he starts getting into the dirty talk. I’m getting lost in his words while he plays with my hair. I can feel myself dripping down my thigh from the arousal. I need him more than the air in my lungs.

I climb into his lap once his cock is soaked, and slide him into my equally soaked pussy. I groan loudly until his tip presses against my cervix. I yelp but like a good girl, sit solid on his length as I kiss his neck and chest. He’s going to have all of me. More than he had my sister. He tries to talk, but I ride him like a possessed succubus. The full sentences turn into a handful of words before devolving into grunts and groans. His hands are greedy. I’m bigger chested than her so his hands paw at my tits, slapping them while they jiggle in his face. Animal instinct takes over, and soon he picks me up from the couch, and rolls us to the ground so that I’m on my back on the floor. He hikes my legs over his shoulders, pushes deep into me, and fucks me with an intensity I haven’t felt in awhile. My cervix is taking a lovely beating, the pleasure mixed with pain sending my mind into blissful nothingness. I’m not sure how much longer he lasted, but I don’t remember anything until he collapsed on top of me while we both tried to catch our breath. Once settled down and my legs stopped shaking, I roll him onto his back, and clean his cock with my mouth until he’s clean of both our juices.

As for who was better? She’s apparently tighter than me, but I feel a lot better during sex. I’m a bit more flexible than she is, though he can just bend her over the counter and not have to adjust much since she is quite a bit taller than me. Mouth, however? No competition. I’m waaaay better at oral, and the competitive side of me feels sated.

For now, anyway.