Vector - Ch. 4

4.

Everything was vague.  Justin was so confused, and couldn’t say where he was.  Eventually, he realized he was sitting in his car, though he had no idea where he was or where he was going.  Was he even driving?  He gradually noticed he was aroused as hell, hard as a rock.

He realized then that he wasn’t alone, though that wasn’t particularly startling.  It was Jane, his wife’s sister who was sitting in the passenger seat.

And then, finally, it all sort of clicked; he was in the car, having picked up Jane from the airport.  Ah yes, it was simply yesterday that was happening all over again.  That all made sense.  And sure enough, now his wife’s divorced, annoying sister was reaching over and undoing his pants, and starting to suck on his cock.

It felt wonderful.  Her mouth was warm and wet, and even though she was conceited and over-sensitive and snippy, she was pretty hot, especially with her banging her body.  His wife was beautiful and classy, but Jane was a sexy, cock-sucking slut.

Somewhere in the back of Justin’s mind, he knew he should feel guilty about these thoughts, but right then it didn’t matter.  Besides, none of this was real…

He felt a little perturbed though as his hips rose upwards, pumping himself into his sister-in-law's eager mouth.  It’s true, this wasn’t real…  but it had happened… when exactly?  He wasn’t sure.  Was it ok to enjoy reliving this, since it wasn’t real now even though it was real before..?

Justin wasn’t sure about that, but he was very sure that it felt good, really fucking good.  She was twisting on his shaft as she stroked him up and down with her hand while sucking him off.  Just like Claire had done, last night, just before he’d gone to bed.  That had been weirdly different, though awesome.

He could compare now, how his wife and her sister sucked cock.  Who was better at it, more experienced.  Jane definitely was.  That was hot, that she was such an experienced cock-sucking slut.  It was hot that his wife suddenly liked it so much though, even if her technique wasn’t as good. There was something exciting about her being inexperienced, never wanting a hot load of cum in her mouth and then suddenly eager for it…

Which was hotter, Justin tried to figure out as he fucked Jane’s face in his lap.  It was so hard to tell.  It was strange, really.  Though he was reliving yesterday’s car trip, it just didn’t seem the same.  Jane was sucking his dick almost exactly like Claire did last night, not how she’d done it herself earlier in the day…

Come to think of it actually, why was he reliving yesterday?  All of that had already happened, right?  Then he’d gone to bed… which meant he must be dreaming..?

Justin drifted awake suddenly, awash in pleasure, the sunlight streaming in, the covers strewn to the side.  Claire was bent over on her knees between his legs, giving him a morning blow job, something which had never happened ever in their history together.

Groggy, lost in pleasure, he struggled to understand what was happening.  One moment it was Jane sucking him off, the next it was Claire.  As his mind awoke, he felt tremendous guilt anew, wondering what his wife would say if she knew he’d been dreaming of her sister doing what she was actually doing.

Why was she doing this anyway..?  Not that he minded one bit, but never had she once shown this kind of aggression, seeing his morning wood and taking advantage while he was still asleep…  It was the stuff of fantasies.

“Claire… what…  what’s going on?” Justin mumbled.

He almost wished he hadn’t spoken at all, because Claire let his rigid erection of her mouth, looking up at him.

“I’m sorry, honey, I don’t know what’s going on with me…”  Claire’s pretty face held a mixture of perplexion and desire.  “I’m just so turned on…”  She crawled up the length of him, planting her knees on either side of him now, sitting astraddle.  “I just… I just need it so bad…”

She reached between her legs, wrapping her hands around his saliva-coated tool, pointing it upwards as she lowered her hips down, guiding him into herself.  She let out a soft whimper as he filled her up.

“Oh yes,” she breathed.  “Yes…”

She began moving her hips, gyrating slowly up and down.  Justin felt his cock twitch, uncomfortably hard, as he looked at his wife riding him, looking incredible.  Her tousled brown mane was cascading behind her as she ground her hips against him, head tossed back, eyes shut.  She was still wearing the lacy black nightie, whitish stains from the night before still showing from where his and her mingled bloody fluids had dripped down her chin onto the fabric of the plunging neckline and top slopes covering her generous bust.

She was running her hands all over herself in a sensuous way, playing with her rack, sucking on her fingers, in a way that was reminiscent of how Jane had done the same thing, standing in the doorway, which served only to turn Justin on more even as he felt the guilt rising.

Usually Claire was too self-conscious to make much sound when they had sex, but now she was mewling with pleasure, making soft, illicit groans.  She was just so into it, full of desire without a trace of reservation.  She pumped her hips in an agonizingly slow series of rolls, tormenting both him and herself, prolonging the build-up.

“Ooh!”

Justin, unable to help himself, grabbed Claire by the waist, simultaneously pulling her down and thrusting upward, making her cry out.  He let her rise up and then pulled her down again hard, and then did again, and then again, until they were both bucking hard, mating with frenzied need.

Justin let out a loud groan himself, wondering just after whether or not Jane in the spare bedroom down the hall could hear them – it seemed impossible that she couldn’t.  Even if she couldn’t hear Claire’s moans, which were louder than usual but not so loud as to be definitely heard, there was no way anyone could mistake the creaking bed springs and the headboard thumping against the wall as she humped Justin like an animal in heat.

Justin stared, mesmerized, at her bust, bouncing in time with her exertions, before reaching up and grabbing handfuls through the skimpy silk material of Claire’s nightie.  She moaned in appreciation, arching her back to help him feel her up, still tossing her hips.

“That’s it, baby, yes, my nipples are so hard…”  Claire’s voice held a hard edge, as she choked the words out through clenched teeth.

Justin felt the pressure building up, nearly on the brink, but held on as long as he could, knowing that Claire was almost there, her eyes screwed shut, her hands over his, pressing them against her breasts and then her orgasm hit.

“Mmmmm!  Mmmmmmm!  MMMMM!”

Claire drove her hips up and down, grinding, making noises each time she lowered herself down, driving Justin’s cock up to the hilt inside of her, and he could feel it throbbing as he watched his wife get off.   But unbidden, in that moment, Jane popped back into his head, and his mind’s eye saw Jane on top of his lap, riding him, using him, getting herself off with his cock, climaxing on top of him, and the vision promptly pushed him over the edge.

Instinctively matching time with her rhythm, Justin gripped Claire by the waist, and even then, he was thinking of what it would be like to wrap his hands around Jane’s new trim, taut waist, toned abs without a hint of fat…  He thrust his hips up, meeting Claire just as she was coming down, slamming himself as deep as possible and let go, shooting his load deep into her womb.

Feeling his hot seed splash her insides, Claire’s eyes rolled up into her head, her body going rigid, shaking and twitching.

“Awwwww…  ohhhhh…  ohhhh…!”  Agonized whimpers of ecstasy escaped Claire’s throat as she shook and thrashed, impaled on her husband’s pulsing, squirting cock, her own orgasm prolonged by his.

At last, her hips gave a few more abrupt, compulsive humps, her pussy milking the last jets of cum out of Justin and then slowly, Claire slumped over onto Justin’s chest, giving him a steamy, breathless kiss.

“Thanks for that baby, I really needed that…” Claire whispered before rolling off of him, Justin groaning as he pulled out of her.  She slid off of the bed, giving him a satisfied smile over her shoulder as she sauntered off to the bathroom.

Justin exhaled deeply, rubbing his face in his hands, as heard his wife start up the shower.  Holy shit… what a morning wakeup.  That was the hottest romp session he’d ever had with Claire.  And yet, he knew what had been on his mind.  In his head, it had been Jane he’d been squirting inside of.  He felt like such a dirtbag.  Claire was beautiful and smart and funny and classy.   She was more than enough for him, too good for him really.  For Justin to be thinking of someone else, of her own sister, no less…  Her sister who he’d already cheated on her with yesterday. Who he had locked eyes with as he’d gotten off in his wife’s mouth…

Oh, you dickhead…

But even as guilt-ridden as he felt, Justin felt his manhood stirring again.  Jesus Christ, he thought.  How could he be getting hard again, just a few minutes after having had sex?  In fact, that had been his third orgasm in half a day or so.  What the heck was going on with him?  He wasn’t 18 anymore…

And that besides… he really was a no-good bastard.  Every time he thought of how disgraceful his behavior had been since the airport, it didn’t seem to have any effect.  He had cheated on his wife.  He’d let her go down on him without even cleaning up after having cheated, and had let Jane watch it happen without saying a word.  He’d been fantasizing about Jane as he laid with Claire this morning.  If his wife were ever to find out about any one of those things, she’d hit the roof.  She’d in all likelihood want a divorce.  And despite all of that, he was still feeling randy as hell.

Justin got out of bed, both guilt-ridden and aroused, unsure of what to do. Impulsively making up his mind, he headed into the bathroom and pushed into the shower stall.

You’re a real piece of shit, he thought to himself as he and Claire began making out.