Sara dropped her handbag in a chair and stepped closer to her young brother-in-law. She thought of undoing her hair, taking it out of the French twist, then decided against it.
Mike liked it the way she had it, and she wasn't going to change. She was, however, going to enjoy the same forbidden thrills that her husband was enjoying. Marriage wasn't going to keep her from fucking and sucking any cock that caught her fancy. And right now it was Mike's younger brother who had caught her fancy and he would be the one to enjoy her considerable charms.
"Funny look?" Sara asked, advancing slowly. Her eyes went down to Tim's crotch. She remembered how big his cock was from the time she had watched him fucking his secretary. "What do you mean, a funny look? Just because I'm horny, I don't think that's funny."
"Sara, I've never seen you like this before."
"That's right. And you may never again. So I suggest you make the most of it while you can."
Sara was standing so close to Tim now that her tits were nearly touching his chest. Her eyes held fire in than, glowing with the wanton lusty desire that burned inside her. Her lips turned up at the corners, the expression more like a cat's grin before pouncing on an unsuspecting mouse than a woman's smile. She rolled her tongue around her lips, the move calculated for effect.
"You're my brother's wife."
"Yes, that's true. I'm also a good-looking woman whose been getting neglected by her husband. Don't try to tell me that Mike isn't fucking his secretary at this very moment, because I know better."
Sara's fingertip followed the upper edge of her V-neck, scratching over her silken skin. Then, when her finger was between the two tightly encased mounds of feminine tit flesh, she shoved her finger downward. The move was to hint at getting tit-fucked. Sara slid her finger up and down several times, sliding it through her cleavage.
"Sara…" Tim said. He tried to say more, but his mouth was suddenly so dry that words were impossible.
"What, my darling?" Sara asked, her voice a sultry purr. "Tell me. I'll do anything you desire, give you anything you want."
Tim couldn't help himself. He really hadn't even dreamed that Sara would ever come on to him. Though he had fantasized about fucking his cock into the gorgeous blonde before, Tim had never really thought that it would be possible.
He turned his face away from Sara, ashamed that his pants were bulging out, a hard cock trapped inside the trousers.
"It's okay, Tim. You don't have to do a thing if you don't want to," Sara said. "Just let me do everything."
Tim was struggling with himself. One part of him felt that fucking his sister-in-law was wrong; but another part of him, a more powerful part, felt that Sara was an incredibly beautiful woman and that he would be a damn fool to pass up the chance to fuck his cock into her pussy.
She shoved his hands in his coat pockets to hide them. Tim didn't want Sara to see how shaken he was, how his hands were trembling.
A soft, lusty purr came from Sara's slightly parted, glimmering lips. She knew what Tim wanted, and why he wasn't being more forceful. That didn't bother her.
"You can pretend I'm someone else, if you want," she whispered. She kissed him on the cheek, rubbing her full, soft, warm tits against his chest. "I don't care. Just don't stop me."
Sara nibbled on Tim's earlobe as she unfastened his belt and opened his pants. Reaching inside, Sara grabbed Tim's prick and pulled it out, pushing his pants down to his thighs at the same time.
"Oh my God!" Tim gasped. "I can't…"
"Of course you can, my darling," Sara cooed. She sank to her knees, her big brown eyes intense with lust.
The cock dangled through her fist, not completely hard yet. That didn't disturb the blonde. She knew that the only reason Tim wasn't throwing her ass down on the floor and fucking her silly was because he was afraid that Mike would come in at any moment. This was a hindrance to Tim's pleasure; it added excitement for Sara.
She puckered her lips and kissed the soft, spongy cock-head. When her tongue snaked from between her lips, flicking along the clefted underside of the prick-tip, Sara felt the cock-meat twitch and begin to grow. She smiled, backing away from the prick. As she stroked the cock slowly, feeling the warmth of Tim's cock-meat seeping through her palm, she smiled up at him.
"Come on now, don't worry about a thing," Sara whispered. "If Mike walks in, he walks in. There's not much he can say about me sucking you off, is there? Besides, once he gets his nuts off, he can't do a damn thing for at least an hour."
The words burned in Tim's ears. How often had he dreamed the gorgeous broad with the big tits would say something like that? He closed his eyes, not really knowing whether he would be able to enjoy the blow-job or not.
Sara knew better. She licked the cock-head, her tongue tracing wet circles around the prick-knob until she had all of the fleshy bulb glistening wither spit.
"Mmmmmmm!" she purred, enjoying the salty flavor of Tim's prick. "I like this. I really love sucking cock."
Sara let the cock-head separate her lips as she pushed her face forward. When just the crown of Tim's cock was in her mouth, her tongue went to work. Curling around the prick, Sara's tongue danced over the delicious cock-meat, probing and enticing the cock to stretch farther out, becoming even more broad and thick. Soon the cock was jutting from Tim's crotch, the oval-shaped prick hard as steel and quite long.
Sara's head and shoulders moved to and fro. As she gave Tim her most succulent blow job, she couldn't help but think of how small his cock was in comparison to Steve's enormous fucker.
"Mmmmmmmm!" she moaned lustily when a salty drop of pre-cum oozed out of the cock-head onto her frisking tongue.
Grabbing his cock by the base, Sara twisted her hand around the prick-meat, jerking on the loose skin that sheathed the inner core of lust hardened muscle.
When Tim finally found the courage to open his eyes, the vision of loveliness he saw sucking on his prick was too gorgeous to be real. Sara's red lips traveled back and forth, gliding wetly along the entire length of his prick. When her pert nose pressed into his curly cock hair, Tim's body shuddered. Nobody had ever deep throated his cock before. When she pulled back, he saw the swollen, glorious fullness of her tits as they bulged and strained to squeeze out of the low-cut, black V-neck.
"Ahhhhh! Goddamn it, Sara, that's good!" Tim hissed. He put his hands on her silky hair and pumped his hips slowly, fucking his prick down her clutching throat.
When Tim started to move of his own accord, Sara knew she had him. Not just for the moment, but whenever she wanted him. If she was certain of anything in the world, she was certain of that.
With her mouth salivating heavily and bubbles of spit forming at the corners of her lips, Sara gulped greedily on her brother-in-law's cock. Her tongue blazed hotly over the turgid column of manly muscle, flicking and scraping every inch of the cock-meat. Swallowing his prick down her throat, Sara felt Tim's balls again her chin.
"Mmmmnmffft!" she slurped, her cheeks hollowed to conform to the girth of his prick.
Sara was deep-throating Tim's cock when the door opened.
She didn't even bother turning around because she didn't care who it was. Tim, on the other hand, was struggling to back away from her and get his cock out of her mouth.
"What the fuck is going on here?"
Sara recognized the voice. It was Pat, her other brother-in-law. That didn't bother the hotly sucking blonde. She would just fuck him too!
"Pat, it's not like it looks!" Tim hissed, still trying to get Sara's hot mouth off his prick.