The Technique

I cheated on my wife with my sister-in-law. She and my brother-in-law, a rather mean drunk, were visiting us when we lived at the beach. We noticed they didn't seem to be getting along. They would say some hateful, and hurtful things to each other every five minutes. We spent a Saturday at the beach, he was steady pounding beers, and snarling. She walked off down the beach by herself, looking for shells and shark's teeth. I followed her and she seemed sad. I mentioned their almost constant fighting. "Yeah, he's drinking more than ever and it's becoming a problem," she drawled in her extreme southern accent. I asked her if he was still getting up every day and going to work. She said, "Oh yeah, that ain't the problem, the problem is he ain't taking care of me, sexually. He just ain't interested in it anymore ! " She had the figure of a much younger lady, a fine ass and decent breasts, the bushy hair of an 80's porn star, great legs. I stared down the front of her swim suit as she bent to pick up a shell, and told her, "I'd be all over you every fucking night !" and she looked up and smiled. "You looking at my titties ? " she asked. "Yes I am, " I admitted. "You really don't want to see them, " she told me. "They ain't half as good as yore wife's ! They're hangers. If I was to pull down this suit, they would hang to my belly button !" I told her I didn't care, and we dropped the subject. I walked back to my wife and brother-in-law. My wife got up to go cool off in the surf. I got another beer and sat. My brother-in-law asked if she had hit me up for sex. I gave him a withering look and said no. "She wants it all the damn time ! The older she gets the more she wants it ! I just ain't the man I used to be. I mean, shit, are you ?" I admitted that I no longer wanted it every night but still liked it a few times a week. I asked if he still loved her. He said he did, and even added, "She's a fine piece of tail. She also has this, uh, technique that'll get you off no matter what !" I was VERY curious about that, but, stayed mum.
When we got home that evening and showered, we all ate a pot brownie. They wanted to go to a very popular seafood restaurant, and I begged off claiming to be tired, and I would eat some leftovers. Thirty, forty five minutes later I get this phone call asking if I could come get C. She wasn't feeling very well. I did, and she didn't seem all that bad. The other two stayed at the restaurant, and we went home. It wasn't until we got home that I figured it out. She was stoned off her ass, having probably never eaten a brownie before. I began laughing at her and she didn't like that. She wants folks to think she's tough and worldly. But, she was just spaced out, and admitted, "I mean, ANYBODY could take advantage of me, right now ! I don't think I could fight 'em off !" My moral compass broke. I went in my bedroom, stripped naked, stroked to erection, and walked out waving it at her. Her blue eyes widened though I'm not terribly impressive at six inches. I smiled and asked her, "Do I have to rip off your clothes or are you going to strip for me like a good little girl ?" She got up and began undressing. Off came her blouse and jeans, which she neatly folded. Then her panties, revealing her fine ass, and landing strip bush. She seemed reluctant to remove her bra, but, I unhooked her. Her breasts were 32 c cup, and they hung straight down, her brown nipples pointing at her feet. I played with them and sucked them anyway. Pulling on a condom I fucked her missionary, then, doggie style. I came pretty quickly, and I went down on her, and got her off. Next thing I know, she has a finger up my ass, touching my prostate. I pulled off the condom and she began fellating me as she massaged me deep in my anus. I got hard , got another condom and I fucked her again, in several different positions, giving her a nice long ride. Then, I mixed a batch of margaritas and we had a nice talk until our partners returned home. It never happened again. She left him after having lived together for 17 years.
I hate to admit what a fucking adulterer I am, but, there it is.

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