Sister Sharing Fantasies

My wife Archana brings up all kinds of strange sexual desires when I am buried inside any of her orifices. One hot summer night in our Bangalore apartment, after a long day's work at the tech park, I was spooning her under the soft cotton bedsheet, placing gentle kisses on the back of her neck. Archana was lying on her left side with me embracing her from behind, playing with her assets. My fingers were already at work downstairs, the index and middle pistoning in and out of her wet pussy. I occasionally brought out my soaked fingers to thrum and palm her clit. My thumb wrestled with her pulsing asshole, making small circles around the puckered skin, plugging her opening and rubbing it gently, applying pressure just enough to stimulate the numerous nerve endings and not to cause any penetration.

Archana was holding up her right buttock with her hand, inviting me to play with her butthole. Her eyes were half-closed, she was tweaking her own nipples with her left hand, grinding her hips to fuck her pussy on my fingers. She seemed to be thoroughly enjoying my ministrations, moaning out filthy words, "fuck yes... play with my ass..." and my favourite, "you make my cunt so fucking wet... aah..." I know how to bring heaven to my wife.

"Enough fooling. Now fuck me."

I took my cock and rubbed the head up and down her pussy lips, teasing her wetness one last time before giving her the business, relishing the anticipation of the forthcoming sex. "Pussy or ass?" I had to confirm, I could never be sure of Archana, who had sometimes, in our many, many past encounters, decided to switch the designated fuck-hole for the session at the last moment.

"Pussy please. Since you've got it all worked up."

She arched her back, enabling easier penetration from behind. My cock eased its way into her wet tunnel. I groaned, enjoying the familiar tightness of Archana's welcoming love hole.

"Mmmm... soo good... you fill me soo good... yes..."

I started moving my hips back and forth, driving my rod into her cunt. Soon, we had settled into a moderately-paced fucking rhythm, with Archana pushing her hips back just in time to meet my forward thrusts. It was a dance perfected after years of practice in our marriage. I grabbed her supple breasts from behind and held on, fondling and rolling her nipples while my cock rhythmically gave her cunt a thorough workout.

Suddenly, I slipped out, and before she could complain about an empty, unsatisfied pussy, I flipped her on her back and thrust back inside her hard, mounting her in missionary. Archana loved being handled roughly.

"Uhhh... uhhh... harder... just like that baby... mmmh... aah..."

I covered her lips with my mouth to silence her. She continued moaning into my mouth. Both of us were drooling, and our combined saliva leaked and made a mess around our joined lips. I released her mouth and looked at her, her eyeballs were rolling around in her head, as if she were intoxicated. I knew I had fucked my wife crazy. I continued thrusting into her at a furious pace.

"Do... you... uhhh... want... to fuck... Divya?"

As I said, I was used to hearing weird sexual requests from my wife when her brains were being fucked out of her. Most of it involved my cum in unusual places in her body, or inserting weird objects into her holes, or her favourite: ass play. But this was new, asking me if I wanted to fuck another woman.

Divya, sexy, beautiful, voluptuous, queenly, demure, aristocratic Divya was her big sister. Who was married and lived nearby in Indiranagar. I remembered seeing Divya in tight yoga pants; Archana and Divya would often walk around the house in skin-tight leggings that accentuated their round, shapely asses so well. Divya's firm teardrop butt had found its way into my kinky fantasies more than once. I remembered seeing her watch a movie with us in tiny denim shorts, barely covering more than the lower part of her butt, she might have been tempting me with her long sun-tanned legs. Speaking of tanning, fuck, I had also seen her in a tiny red bikini when Archana and Divya would often spend hours playing around in the apartment complex pool. I loved watching her breasts bounce and her ass jiggle, the thin G-string between her cheeks bisecting her perfect butt-cakes. One of my twisted fantasies even involved my wife and her sister rubbing their breasts together in the pool.

I decreased the pace of my fucking, giving my brain some space to process the idea.

"I would never cheat on you baby."

"I've seen you... fuck yes... stare at her ass..."

I might have occasionally peeked at Divya's one hell of a tight, toned butt. But I would never cheat on my wife...

"Maybe. But baby, you've got all the ass I've ever wanted..."

"C'mon baby... uhhh... just like that... admit it... oohhhh... you wanna fuck her..."

I said nothing, continuing to pound her pussy relentlessly.

"Say it baby... ohh... yesss... you wanna fuck her cunt... uhhh... just like... uhhh... just like you're fucking mine now... uhhh... baby..."

An image of Divya in her sexy thong bikini made its way to the front of my mind.

"No." I grunted, thrusting furiously.

"She's got a tight cunt you know... uhhh... a tight, tight cunt... uhhh... you're gonna tear it with this huge cock of yours..."

"No. Fuck you." I wouldn't... I wouldn't... my wife was testing me, I knew...

"She likes the taste of your cum."

"What?"

"Divya has already tasted your cum, you know."

My cock went still inside her pussy. "Huh? When? How?" My brain was too fogged by arousal to make out the head or tail of this statement.

Archana smiled at me sweetly, enjoying my confused expression, not minding that our vigorous coupling had paused.

"You know I like to play around with her a bit when she comes over, right?"

"Huh-yes." I knew Archana and Divya did some kinky incestuous stuff but I was okay with it since there was no other man involved. I would get so horny when Archana gave me an account of all the wild stuff they did, she would be dripping and we would fuck like animals. I never mentioned any of this directly to Divya, though. We always behaved cordially and in a friendly, family-like manner.

"Last Monday. When she came over. I asked you to fuck my ass just before you left for work. You unloaded nearly a bucketful of cum back there. I loved it baby."

She cooed and kissed me before continuing. "Well, Divya heard us fuck from her room. After you left, I asked her to lick me. She tasted your cum as it dribbled out of my asshole." Archana giggled. "She approves."

I was aroused beyond measure. The mental image of Divya sampling my seed as it leaked out of Archana's freshly fucked ass made my cock ten times harder than steel. It twitched violently inside her pussy.

"Oooh! I think Junior loves it." Junior was her name for my cock.

She kissed me again. "Fuck me, baby. Fuck my pussy hard."

I resumed thrusting inside her, an erotic fever gripping me. I couldn't believe how much of a slut my wife was. I wanted to spank her butt scarlet.

"You... you naughty girl..." I pumped my cock into her with thunderous vigour.

"Yesss... yess... I am a naughty girl... aah..."

"You made your big sister eat my cum from your ass..." I fucked her like a bull, panting and grunting.

"Pretend I am your sister-in-law... pretend I'm Divya..."

I imagined Divya's milky breasts under me, her almond-shaped eyes imploring me to fuck her...

"Fuck me Abhi. Fuck your sister-in-law."

I imagined Divya's long, red-painted nails piercing into my back, her juicy red, full lips muttering dirty things into my ear... her lady-like face underneath mine, I imagined I was kissing Divya and not Archana, I imagined my cock was buried in Divya's tight, tight cunt, and not Archana's.

"Divya... Divya..." I whispered. Divya's hot, wet walls squeezed around my cock, which stretched her vagina more than her own loser husband had even imagined doing...

"Say my name..." Divya told me.

"Oh... Divya... yes..."

"I can feel your veiny cock throbbing inside me... baby, are you close?"

"I'm going to cum inside you, Divya, baby..." I was going to finish inside Divya's pussy, if she let me.

"Yess... come inside my naughty cunt... I've been waiting for you soo loong... fill me with your seed..."

At her invitation, I released my seed, depositing it deep inside my sister-in-law's buttery, velvet pussy, just as Divya whispered seductively into my ear, "I want to feel your hot, sticky juice in my filthy pussy..."

At about the same time, I felt her walls clamp down around my pole hard, holding my cock in a vice-like grip as Divya let out a piercing shriek; her own orgasm hit her like a tsunami. I felt a flood of juices around my cock as Divya's pussy was filled to the brim with our combined juices, just like she had asked for. The bedroom echoed with Divya's loud moans as her climax outlasted mine.

My cock continued to spasm even after shooting maybe a dozen spurts of cum inside her. I came to rest on top of her, exhausted. Her breasts pressed into my chest. We caught our breaths. Archana gave my butt a pat.

"Well done, baby. Divya approves."

I gave her a wet, sloppy kiss and we fell asleep.

The next morning, I woke up and went to the bathroom, finding Archana in front of the sink-and-mirror. I noticed an enema bottle on the sill. She saw me behind her, staring at her naked rear in the mirror.

Archana thrust out her hips, presenting her butt to me, emphasizing her round, tight, heart-shaped ass. Smiling sultrily at me in the mirror, she moved her hands behind and parted her butt-cheeks, showing me her freshly cleaned crinkled rosebud.

"Divya wants you to fuck her ass, baby..."