Dominated by His Seductive Sister-in-Law - Part 7

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It was late - well after midnight, in fact - when Scarlett returned home from her second date with the man who'd happily satisfied her desires just a few days prior. Dean knew it was late because the sound of the front door opening had woken him up. He was tempted to slip out of bed to greet Scarlett in the hope that she might offer him some sort of kinky pleasure - like worshiping her pussy after another man had fucked it - but Dean remained in bed for fear of his wife discovering what he'd been doing with her sister.

It was a good thing, too, because Anna slipped out of bed just a few minutes after Scarlett's return. At first Dean thought she was going to the bathroom, but his wife headed out the bedroom door and down the hallway and a few seconds later he heard the distinct sounds of conversation.

Dean thought of how Scarlett had shared every detail of her previous date with Anna and how excited his wife had gotten - at least according to Scarlett - and though he knew it was potentially unwise, he desperately wanted to listen, both to enjoy the details all on his own and to see if Anna really was into hearing about her sister's sexual escapades.

Making every effort to be quiet, Dean got out of bed and tiptoed towards the door. He opened it as slowly as possible and poked his head out in the hopes that he wouldn't have to go any further to eavesdrop on the conversation happening in the living room.

"How about a glass of wine?" Scarlett asked.

"It's late for that, don't you think?" Anna replied.

"I do," Scarlett said, "but I'm still going to pour myself a glass of wine. Would you like one?"

There was a pause before Anna answered, "Yes, I would."

Dean listened to the sound of high heels across the floor and glasses being removed from the cabinet. Not long after he heard the distinct sounds of wine being poured into those glasses before Scarlett re-entered the living room.

"Here you go," she said.

"A generous pour," Anna replied.

"A generous pour should help you loosen up a little," Scarlett said.

It was the kind of thing sisters could get away with saying to each other, and after a few seconds of silence Anna said, "That's fair." More silence followed before she added, "So, how was your date?"

"Even better than the first time," Scarlett replied. "He seemed more confident, perhaps because he knew from the start he'd be getting laid tonight. I was a bit wilder, too, if I'm being honest, perhaps for the same reason."

"Wilder?" Anna asked as Dean wondered what that word meant in the context of her date.

A few seconds of silence passed before Scarlett replied, "Are you sure you want to know the details?"

"Yes," Anna said and Dean was almost certain he could hear a hint of excitement in his wife's voice. It was just one word, but he knew Anna better than anyone and he could tell when she was excited.

"Well, I sucked his cock on the drive back to his place," Scarlett shared. "It's been years since I've done that, but I just couldn't resist. There was a part of me that wanted to skip dinner, honestly. The moment I saw him I felt this incredible desire, like my body remembered the orgasms he'd given me last time and it just wanted more of that."

"Wow," Anna replied. "That's...is that fun?"

"What? Giving head in a car?" Scarlett asked. There was a pause and Dean imagined his wife nodding as she sipped her wine. "It can be fun. It was fun tonight. He couldn't stop moaning and it felt good to make him feel good, in part because I knew I was driving him a little bit mad with desire and that he was going to fuck me good when we got back to his place. I like making a man want me like that, making him go a little bit crazy before he gets to have my pussy."

Again there was silence and Dean couldn't help but wonder what his wife was thinking. Did Anna think Scarlett was a slut? Was she jealous of her sister? Was she simply content to live vicariously, as many married women did with their single friends?

"Have you ever given head in a car, Anna?" Scarlett asked. "Have you ever sucked Dean's cock on the way home from a date? Did he ever inspire you to offer him that kind of pleasure, maybe when you were younger?"

"No," Anna answered. "I'm not sure the idea ever occurred to me, to be honest. Maybe I'm just not the kind of woman that does that sort of thing. And I don't mean that in an offensive way. I honestly don't."

"I know you don't," Scarlett replied with a laugh. "And maybe you're right that you're not the kind of woman that does that sort of thing, but I think it's more likely that you've just never been with the kind of man that inspires that kind of desire."

Dean held his breath as he waited for his wife's response. He was under no delusion that he was the sort of man that would inspire a woman to want to suck his cock in the car, but he wasn't sure if Anna thought of him that way.

"I mean," Scarlett continued, "Dean's certainly not that kind of guy, is he? He's a wonderful man and I think he's pretty perfect for you in a lot of ways, but he's not exactly a take charge kind of guy. He doesn't have that alpha male energy that can make a woman want to get on her knees, does he?"

Dean found it enthralling - and a little nerve-wracking - to listen to his sister-in-law so aptly describe him. He was desperate to hear what Anna thought of her sister's description, though.

"No, he isn't," Anna said a few moments later.

Dean held his breath as he waited to see where the conversation would go.

"Do you ever find yourself thinking about a man like that?" Scarlett asked. "About the kind of man that fucked me tonight? The kind of man that fucked me well enough that I'm still tingling from the pleasure of it?"

Dean's immediate reaction was that he wanted Anna to say 'yes.' He wanted his wife to admit that she thought about other men, that she had desires he couldn't satisfy.

"It's okay if you do," Scarlett added. "I'm pretty sure all my married friends have thoughts like that from time to time, and I wouldn't think any less of you if you did, Anna. I'd also be more than happy to share every little detail of my date tonight if you'd enjoy that."

"It makes me feel terrible," Anna said after a short pause. "That I do...that I think...that sometimes I think about other men."

Dean slipped a hand into his underwear and stroked his cock, which had reached a half hard state without a hint of stimulation. Every stroke felt intensely pleasurable, proof of the state of intense desire he was in as his wife confessed surprisingly erotic truths to her sister.

"Does it do anything other than make you feel terrible?" Scarlett asked. "Does it maybe turn you on a little bit to think of other men? Did you maybe get a little bit excited when I told you about my first date with tonight's guy? Did you maybe - just maybe - let your mind wander to thoughts of being single again, and being with a man like that for a little while?"

"Am I terrible?' Anna said after a long silence passed between the sisters.

Scarlett laughed softly. "Not at all, Anna. The sex I had tonight was out of this world. The orgasms - and yes, I had multiple orgasms - were incredible, and I'm certain that they're the sort of orgasms only a certain kind of man can provide."

Dean wasn't that kind of man. He knew that. He was aroused by that fact. He was also confident he could provide an entirely different kind of orgasm to a woman, like the sort he'd offered Scarlett as she sat on his face after pissing in his mouth. She'd cum quite hard then and he was certain that his willingness to drink her piss and let her ride his face like it was a sex toy made a significant contribution to her climax.

"Did you really have multiple orgasms?" Anna asked.

Scarlett moaned in a soft, mildly sexual manner and answered, "I did. Anna, he fucked me so good. He's got a beautiful body and a big cock and he uses both of those things so perfectly to make me feel everything I want to feel when I'm with a man."

"How...how did he fuck you?" Anna asked.

Dean heard the curiosity in his wife's voice, but he heard lust, too, like she was going to use the answer to build a beautiful fantasy in her head.

"The first time was on his couch," Scarlett answered. "I actually sucked his dick again. I didn't have to - he was more than ready to fuck me - but I couldn't help myself. There's just something about him that makes me want to give him head, so I stripped and got on my knees in front of him. I took his pants off, took his dick in my mouth, and looked up at him while I gave a slow, wet blowjob."

"You looked up at him?" Anna asked.

"I like looking in a man's eyes when I have his cock in my mouth," Scarlett said. "I like seeing how good I'm making him feel. I like seeing how turned on he is, how badly he wants me. Then, after I'd gotten us both worked up - I got really wet giving head tonight, actually - he had me put a condom on his cock and then he got up, picked me up, put me on the couch, and slid his cock into me. He pounded me so hard, Anna. He pinned my legs back and he pounded my pussy with such power and vigor. He looked right down into my eyes while doing it, too. It was like he'd taken full possession of me, of my body, and it felt so good."

"Did you...did he make you..."

"Did he make me cum?" Scarlett asked.

"Yes," Anna replied.

"Yes, he did," she answered. "My legs trembled and my toes curled and I couldn't stop moaning as he made me cum on his big cock. Every inch of him was inside me as I had this thunderously powerful orgasm and he had this victorious smile on his face, like his mission in that moment had been to make me cum and to ensure it was a memorable orgasm. Which it absolutely was."

"Is it terrible of me to feel a little jealous?" Anna asked.

Scarlett laughed. "Not at all. In fact, I kind of love that you're willing to share that with me, Anna, and I swear, I don't judge you even a little for feeling jealous, or feeling like you wouldn't mind getting fucked in an entirely different way than you're used to. I mean, what's wrong with that?"

"Well, my husband might be pretty annoyed with that," Anna said.

Dean smiled. Anna had no idea of the excitement he felt at the notion that she'd even briefly entertained the fantasy of being with another man.

"That's a fair point," Scarlett replied, though of course she knew that Anna was wrong. "I could set you up with my date. After I leave, I mean. I'm sure he'd enjoy fucking my sister, in fact."

Dean expected his wife to quickly deny any level of interest in that sort of thing. Several seconds of silence, followed, though, before Anna said, "Oh, I couldn't do that."

"Anna, did I just see genuine interest in your eyes? I was only being half serious, but I could absolutely set you up with him. I promise, he would give you what you want, what you've clearly been missing," Scarlett said.

Dean's heart was suddenly beating quite hard as he imagined his wife accepting her sister's invitation to embark on an affair.

"Scarlett, I couldn't do that," Anna replied. "Dean's a wonderful man. I couldn't break his heart like that."

Dean couldn't see his wife's face, but he was almost certain that she wanted to step outside their marriage, that Scarlett had somehow stumbled onto an unexpected revelation.

"But you want to," Scarlett observed.

A long silence followed. Dean filled that time with slow, deeply pleasurable cock stroking as he lost himself in the unexpected excitement brought on by the idea of Anna indulging in what seemed to be a genuine desire to have sex with someone else.

"He took me to his bedroom after we fucked on the couch," Scarlett said in a far lustier voice than she'd used before. "I took his condom off, pushed him into the bed and took him in my mouth. I thanked him for fucking me so good by giving a wet, naughty blowjob. I sucked on his balls, too, because you know a man loves it when you take care of his balls."

Dean wasn't certain, but he thought he might have heard Anna moan a little. He couldn't imagine she was doing anything other than letting her thoughts run wild, but even a hint of a pleasured sound from her was intoxicating.

"I put another condom on his cock and I got on top. I took him for a ride while he played with my tits and my ass. I rode him hard and fast until I had another orgasm. It might have been even better than the first, Anna," Scarlett continued.

"Scarlett...please," Anna said.

"I told him I wanted to make him cum," Scarlett carried on, ignoring her sister's plea. "I told him he could have me any way he wanted me. I told him he could take me as he desired."

Anna moaned. She absolutely moaned. Dean was certain it was his wife and not his sister-in-law. Anna was turned on.

"He took me from behind, Anna," she said. "And it was exquisite, in the way it's only exquisite when a particular type of man fucks you from behind. He felt so powerful taking me that way. His hand felt so strong when he grasped my hair and pulled back. When he smacked my ass, it felt good. When he pounded my pussy so hard it hurt, I actually fucking enjoyed it. I couldn't believe it, but then, I should have believed it, because it's an entirely different experience being fucked by an alpha male, an experience that a woman can't help but find pleasurable. You know that, don't you Anna? I know you've been fucked by men like that before. You must have."

Pleasure swirled throughout Dean's body to the point that he ceased masturbating for fear of cumming in his underwear.

"Yes, I've been with men like that before," Anna said softly.

"And you're turned on thinking about it," Scarlett stated.

Anna didn't answer, but Dean knew it was the truth. Why else would she have moaned while listening to her sister talk about her date?

"I should go to bed," Anna said after yet another long silence.

"Okay," Scarlett replied. "Think about what I said, though. Even if it's after I leave, actually. He'd be more than happy to tend to your needs, Anna."

Dean slipped back into the bedroom and shut the door when he heard his wife's gentle footsteps move towards the kitchen. He got in bed, rolled to face away from the door, and tried his best not to think of anything too arousing in hopes of deflating his erection.

Anna entered the room quietly and got into bed. Dean felt her hand on his back, like she was checking to make sure he was there. Her fingers lingered against his bare skin for a few seconds before she leaned in and kissed the back of his neck.

"Mmm, hey honey," Dean said softly. "Are you having trouble sleeping?"

"No, Scarlett just got home," she replied. "I got up to check in on her and see how her night went."

Dean rolled over to face his wife. He kissed her softly, let his lips linger against hers for a few moments, and said, "It tastes like you had a glass of wine with her."

Anna smiled. "I might have had a glass of wine."

Dean knew that Anna tended to be at her horniest after a glass of wine, and he knew that listening to the details of Scarlett's date - and indulging in fantasies of being with a man like Scarlett's date - had put Anna in a state of exceptional arousal, and he decided it was a perfect opportunity to try and make her cum.

"I like it when you've had a glass of wine," Dean said before leaning in to kiss her again. Anna happily parted her lips and he did the same. A moment later their tongues indulged in a sensual dance as he let his hands roam over her body. Anna moaned into his mouth when he found one of her breasts and moaned a little louder when he played just a bit with her nipple.

Dean kissed her neck and let his hand roam between her legs. He rubbed her pussy through her shorts and then slipped his fingers into her panties. Anna's moans got a lot louder when he found her exceedingly wet pussy and began rubbing her clit. He worked her shorts and underwear off with the intention of going down on her, but Anna beat him to the punch.

She pushed Dean onto his back and for a moment he thought she was going to free his cock and take it for a ride. That wasn't her intention, though. Instead, she straddled his chest, dragged her hips forward, and sat on his face without saying a word.

Dean moaned into his wife's pussy and put his tongue to work immediately. He was thrilled beyond words that she was sitting on his face and he was determined to make sure she had a good orgasm.

"Mmm, that feels so good," Anna said as she gently moved her hips back and forth, grinding her clit over his lips and tongue and lifting her shirt over her head and quickly unhooking her bra to play with her tits.

Dean grabbed her ass and squeezed, eliciting another moan from his wife. His dick throbbed throughout as he wondered if she was thinking about what it would be like to take Scarlett up on her offer and to give her body to an alpha male, to someone that fucked her far different - and better - than Dean was capable of. He found himself hoping she was indulging in that fantasy and his cock felt hard as a rock as a result of the intense erotic pleasure such thoughts brought him.

"Dean...oh...fuck, baby, I'm cumming!" Anna announced not long after climbing on his face.

Dean delighted in her quick orgasm because it meant she'd been hugely aroused before mounting his mouth and taking it for a ride. It meant that she'd gotten turned on listening to Scarlett and he hoped it meant that she'd actually entertained the idea of accepting her sister's offer to be set up with an alpha male for a good, hard fucking.

Anna lifted her pussy from his face and sat across Dean's chest. She looked down at him, smiled, and said, "Thank you, baby. That felt incredible."

"It was my pleasure," Dean replied.

Anna caressed his face, smiled sweetly, and said, "I know, and I love that about you."

She dragged her hips down his chest and over his stomach, sat across his crotch, and leaned down to give him a soft, quick kiss on the lips.

"I love you too," Dean replied as he wondered if she was going to free his cock and take him in her pussy.

That wasn't in her plans. Instead, Anna kissed him again and then moved back to her side of the bed, curled up, and reached over to grab his hand and pull him close until they were spooning. She must have felt his cock pressing into her ass - it was impossible for her not to feel it - but she did nothing about it.

Dean could have been frustrated by her seeming unwillingness to tend to his desire. He wasn't, though. He found it thrilling. The only real problem was that he was going to have trouble falling asleep with so much arousal coursing through him.

That was a good problem to have, though.