Jane Fox: Seducing her brother

"Well… yes," Wilma answered. "Anything that won't get us into any trouble, that is. You weren't thinking of robbing a bank or something like that, were you?"

"Nope," George grinned. "I was thinking about something I always wanted to do but you never let me. How about it, Wilma? You said anything and I want to fuck that nice tight second cunt of yours."

"Ooooooh!" Wilma gasped, giggling even though she felt a little quiver of fear run through her body. "I didn't mean that anything. I… I don't know if…"

"Come on, honey," George coaxed, rubbing his hands over her nipples. "Just let me try it. I can always stop if you don't like it. All I want to do is try it once and see what it's like."

Wilma shivered again as George's hands began to squeeze and massage her full, round breasts. She supposed it wouldn't hurt just to try it. They'd tried everything else and she certainly wasn't a prude like her sister, Wanda. George had promised to stop if she didn't like it and it seemed kind of silly to deny her sexy husband the chance to turn his fantasy into a reality. Wilma was sure that she wouldn't like it but there was no reason not to try it for a little while and see.

"Well… I did say anything," Wilma mused, beginning to smile as George's hands began to caress her nipples harder and harder. "All right, George. We can try it, but remember you promised to stop if I didn't like it."

"I remember," George replied hastily. He didn't know why Wilma was this reluctant to try ass-fucking but he was sure that she'd love it the way she loved everything else, once he managed to get his hard cock up her narrow anal passage. He knew that Wilma had never done it before and he wasn't going to admit that he'd tried it a couple of times and loved it. What Wilma didn't know about those conventions every year wouldn't hurt her. She probably wouldn't be too mad, but George knew when to keep his mouth shut about playing around on the side.

"You… you want to do it now?" Wilma asked, feeling her nipples grow hard and hot under the pinching teases of George's fingers.

Now that she'd finally agreed to try it, she was a little nervous about her decision. George's cock was awfully big and her little anus was a lot smaller than her cunt. She really didn't see how it was going to work, but at least George would stop urging her if they tied it and found they couldn't do it.

"There's no time like the present," George ginned, reaching around to unzip the back of his wife's dress. "We can always ring room service later if we get hungry. Let's just stay right here and enjoy our last night alone before we go home."

"All right," Wilma giggled, helping George slide off her dress. It really was nice being alone for a change. She missed the kids and worried about them of course, but it felt almost as if she and George were newlyweds again. They'd never had a proper honeymoon after they were married. They'd just waited until they graduated from high school and then got married quickly so that George could start in working and take night classes at the college. There was no chance for a honeymoon the next summer. By that time she was pregnant with Scott and it didn't seem as if they'd had a moment alone since the children were born.

Wilma shivered in excitement as George unclasped her lacy brassiere and her rich, creamy breasts spilled free. It seemed strange to feel this excited after years of marriage but every lime George touched her, Wilma got goose bumps. She could feel her cuntal tissues dampening with heated juice and she almost giggled right out loud at the way she was trembling. She was acting like a nervous bride again. Every time George started to caress her it was like the very firsts time all over again, except even better. Who said sex got boring after a while with the same partner? She just wished she could enjoy it more at home when the children were in the house. She and George always had to fuck in their bedroom with the door closed and that put a real damper on things. The only time they could have a real party was when Scott and Sally were gone for the evening.

"Mmmmmmm, more." Wilma giggled, pressing her palm against the front of George's pants. The kids weren't here now and she didn't have to be careful about being a good mother. This vacation had been wonderful, going off alone with George and doing all the things they couldn't do at home. The only fly in the ointment was Wanda. Wilma was convinced that the kids were miserable being left with her prudish sister. They'd probably have all sorts of hang-ups when she got home.

Wilma's fingers pressed lovingly against the stiff hot bulge of George's cock and she sighed lustily. This was their last bight to really enjoy themselves and she was going to make the most of it. This was one night when she would try anything George wanted her to. Ass-fucking might be fun after all. It didn't seem as if it would be, but if George wanted to do it so badly that his cock was jerking already, she'd cooperate. They'd spend their last night of freedom right here in the hotel room and she wouldn't say no to anything. She'd let George push his hard hot cock light up her little quivering anus if that was really what he wanted to do.

"Just a minute… let me get something, honey," George groaned, pulling away from Wilma's eager fingers with obvious reluctance. "I've got that bottle of wine I've been saving for a special occasion. You hop in bed and we'll have a little party for just the two of us."

Wilma grinned happily as she pulled off the rest of her clothes and stretched out on the bed. It was nice being able to stretch out naked on the bed without the fear of any interruptions. This was going to be a blast and she could hardly wait for George to get back. She could hear him rushing around in the bathroom, getting glasses for the wine.

"Here you go, beautiful," George chuckled, handing Wilma a water glass full of wine. He had taken his clothes off too and his cock stood out like a lance, stiff and hard and ready for action.

"Mmmmm, good!" Wilma laughed, taking a sip of her wine. "This is just like that honeymoon we never had, George. I'm glad we decided to stay in tonight. This is much better than going out to a club or something."

"We haven't even started to have fun yet," George chuckled. "Sit up, honey, I want to try something."

George dipped his finger in his wine and reached out to anoint his wife's nipples. She gave a little squeal of excitement and shivered as the chilled liquid touched the throbbing rosebuds of her nipples. It sent a shudder rippling through her body and she giggled in delight as George spread the expensive wine all over the creamy white slopes of her breasts.

George grinned at Wilma's reaction. Her hard pink nipples were thrusting out like two red marbles, quivering on the tips of her round breasts. Then he bent down and began to lick as Wilma moaned in delicious excitement.

"Aaaaah! So hot!" Wilma gasped, shivering and giggling as George's blazing tongue swirled around to flick her nipples into pulsing buds of hardness. "Suck them, honey… suck my nipples for me."

"Mmmmmmmmm," George grinned, nuzzling up against her sweet breasts and opening his mouth wide to suck in her fiery hard nipples. "Mmmmmmmmm!"

"You too!" Wilma giggling dipping her fingers into the wine glass she was still holding. She covered George's throbbing prick with wine and her tongue swirled expertly, tasting and smacking as she licked his lovely stiff pole dry.

"Hey… careful!" George cautioned. "That feels too good honey. Finish your wine and let me show you something else good. Bottoms up!"

Wilma obediently downed her glass of wine and set it on the night table. "All finished," she giggled, licking her lips and smiling at her handsome husband. "What next?"

"Next is this," George grinned, reaching down to pick up a jar of Vaseline he'd gotten that morning, just in case. "Turn over honey… I'm going to give you a real treat."