[MF] My wifes sister- the conclusion (read post history)

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I quickly lock up my studio and rush to my car, get in and zoom the fuck home down the icy road. I keep frantically looking at my phone waiting to get an angry text or an email from a divorce lawyer or something. I speed onto the highway on ramp and I floor it down the road, slipping on the ice and swerving as I keep looking down at my phone. I can feel my heart pumping fast in my chest and I still feel the unpleasant blue balls that have been bestowed onto me by an unfamiliar erica. I start thinking about the encounter I just had an hour ago. What the fuck was that? Was she angry at me for ruining her life or for putting her in that situation? Was she trying to close the book on us once and for all and that was her way of getting closure? What did she mean she hadn’t had an orgasm since the party? Is that really true

*ding*. I nearly swerve off the icy road trying to look at my phone “you’ve recieved $800 from erica for ‘photo shoot ;)’ “. What the fuck, I think to myself, that’s three hundred dollars more than my rate for that type of shoot..what kind of mind game was she playing with me?? I continue my drive off of the highway and I swerve into my community. I park my car crooked in the snowy driveway and race for the door. I stop at the door and take a few full breaths as snowflakes began to fall around me. Ok, composure, composure. I gather myself and walk through the door. “Is that you?” I hear my wife calmly call out to me “y-yeah, hey” I call back. I quickly walk to my office to find my wife sitting at my computer and my heart jumps into my throat and my butt hole puckers.
“hey what are you up to?” I ask as calmly as I can.

My wife looks up from the monitor at me “not much, just shopping for a new vacuum, how was your shoot?”
“It was good” I say flatly
“Yeah? Was she hot? I havent taken a peak yet”
“Ehh” I say, shaking my hand in the air
I need to get her away from the computer NOW but how
“Oh what the fuck ever, you liar, I bet you fucked her too”
I get a whiff of Erica’s saliva coming from my groin
“Ha he heh, so anyway is there any dinner?” “I ordered some for me but you’ll have to find something” my wife says, not taking her eyes back off the monitor
“Oh shit!” She suddenly says and my heart skips a beat
“What is the serial number on that piece of shit roomba, it might be under warranty”
She jumps up and leaves the room. I quickly rush to the computer and set a password on my cloud storage. (The password is ‘erica’ in case anyone was wondering. Good luck) I dont care if she gets pissed that she cant get into it, itll have to be a temporary solution until i can figure out what to do.

Just then my phone dings and i grab it out of my pocket and look to see who it is. It’s an unfamiliar number. I unlock my phone and read
“come out back”
“uh who is this” I type back. *Ding*
“just come out side, I’m on your back patio”
What the fuck??
I grab my gun and walk to the back of my house and peer out a window overlooking my back patio. In the falling snow I can barely make out a dark figure sitting at the patio. Who the fuck is this? Then the light of a screen illuminates her face. Erica. How did she find my house? How did she climb my 6 foot brick fence? What the literal fuxk was she doing here?? Ding, I look,
*hurry, it’s cold out here!*

I put my gun away, grab my coat and head for my front door “where are you going?” my wife snaps out
“To my cave” and with that I exit my front door and go around to the gate on the side of my house, unlock it and wonder to the back to the patio “what the fuck are you doing here??” I hiss at erica when I got close enough. “We need to talk” she whispers back. Just then my kitchen lights turn on, illuminating the back patio from the windows “shit! Come on follow me” I grab Erica’s hand and rush her towards the back door to my garage.

I have a three bay heated garage with a loft that the previous owner built. The loft is accessed by a iron spiral staircase and it has leather couches, a badass flat screen and a stocked bar. When I was shopping for a house this one stood out to me because it had a place where I could escape the miserable existence which is my life. I’m not even a car guy (ironically, considering my line of work). Anyway.

Once we get up the stairs I ask again, “what the fuck are you do-” “dude this is dope!”, erica says, cutting me off. She ignores my half question, and goes to the bar and pours out two whiskeys, walks over to the couch and hands me one. She then takes off her furr coat to reveal she was still only wearing the red low cut silk slip on. I take one look at her and collapse onto my couch with my head in my hands. This is a nightmare.

“Look I’m sorry to come here, but I wanted to talk and couldnt wait any longer”
“You could’ntve changed??” I snap at her, as my eyes run up her long pale legs to the short red slip
“I put underwear on!”
I let out a long sigh, reach over to the remote and put on some music then sunk my head back into my hands. Light jazz fills the garage
“Why are you still with [my sister]?” She says abruptly
“What the fuck do you mean? I had no other choice. A divorce would ruin me. Half my shit, alimony, I would be broke”
“Are you happy?”
I look up at her, her dark red hair flowing down her shoulders and her eyes sparkling at me in the dimly lit loft.
“Look, what the fuck was up with tonight?” I change the subject ” first you lie about who you are, then you get completely naked, suck me off and then leave me hanging by a thread while you dip out THEN you tip me $300?? What’s kind of mind games are you playing with me?”
“Im sorry about all that, I need the photos to show my fiance so I can break things off with him, as far as the rest, well, I needed to be sure”.
“Wait WHAT?…. why dont you just break it off with him??”
“Oh come on, you know me…..I dont do anything the easy way, I figured I’d do it the fun way” she says with a mischievous smile “and the $300 was because I used his card. One more jab yknow”
“Wait, but what did you need to be sure of?”
“Well youre the only person that can give me an orgasm and with out even touching me soo, take that how you want”

It was this moment that I realised this girl is batshit crazy
“David.” I look up at her again. She looks at me through her long dark red hair. She is a beautiful disaster, like a hurricane gracefully burrowing through my life and leaving everything behind in pieces
“I love you. I want you to leave [my sister]. I tried to get over you but I cant.”
“I cant leave her” I say hoarsley
“David, you’re not hearing me,” I see her eyebrows raise “you *will* leave her”
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Deafening silence filled the loft, it echoed off of the garage walls and reverberated through my skull where it met the dull thud of my heart beat behind my ears. The walls closed in on me until I was sitting in a narrow hall way, on the other end of the hallway stood erica her eyes appeared to glow, I could see an imaginary vapor drifting off of her and her dark red hair.

“I-I cant” I whisper, my voice trembling.

“You have to” Erica says, lowering her voice to a whisper as well “leave her, leave her and be with me. Forget these materialistic things you’re clinging to. Be happy. With me” as she was saying this, she slowly approached me, her heels clicking ominously off the walls. once she was in front of me she dropped to her knees. I sat frozen. Her long nimble fingers found there way to my belt and she slowly began undoing the clasp. Then my pants.
I sat frozen. She slowly unzipped my pants as she locked her eyes with mine. She slowly pulled my pants down and took my flaccid penis into her warm hands

I felt myself begin to stiffen as she massaged me in her soft hands. I did want her whether I wanted her or not (yes you read that right). My body and hers were interwoven and there was nothing on this earth that could break that. Our spirits were spun within eachother. This woman was absolutely nuts but over the last few months of utter misery, this is what I wanted more than anything. She was the flickering flame at the end of my dark tunnel and with that flame I will torch everything just so i can continue feeling her warmth.

She went to put me into her mouth but before she could, I sprang, spinning her and myself around and pushing her torso down. She instinctively grabs the back of the couch while I slide her red slip over her perfect butt and up her arched back. She wasnt wearing any underwear. Liar. I rip my button up shirt open, throwing buttons across the room, remove it along with my suspenders and I drop my pants to the floor. I firmly grab her hips with both my hands and I push myself into her deep and hard. Her dripping excitement instantly greets me as my member greets her tight hot rose. Erica let’s out a loud moan but I grab the back of her head, feeling her silky red hair between my fingers, and I push her face into the back of the overstuffed leather couch.

I’m willing to burn everything down but not by letting my wife hear us. I didnt want anything to ruin this. I continue thrusting harder and harder into erica until I feel a rush of her warm ecstacy and I feel her legs give out as we both drop onto the couch.

Now it was her turn. She spins us around and pushes me down into couch and climbs on top, straddling me. Her hand quickly reaches between her legs and she grabs my soaked cock and guides me into her. I work my hips in rythem with hers and she fucks me. Her moans begin filling the garage but I quickly place my hand over her mouth to mute her. She bites me “oww!”, I yell out, “what th-” but she slaps her hand over my mouth as she places her slim finger over her pouty lips. Having the same idea, we silently continue fucking on the couch. I can feel her dripping down my thigh as I continue meeting her hips with mine.

I throw my head back and close my eyes. I can hear the noise of our sex, I can hear her heavy breath and I can hear mine. I wrap my arms around her as she slows her pace. I feel her smooth skin and bumpy spine with my fingers as my hands slide down to her hips and I feel her hip bones with my thumbs. She puts her head on my shoulder and I feel her kissing my neck then I feel her soft pouty lips on mine and I feel her kiss me deeply. I smell her perfume. I feel sweat drip down my back. I hear her silent moans as she comes closer to another orgasm. I feel her kiss me again and I feel her tongue across mine. I feel sweat slip down the bridge of my nose and drip onto my chest. I hear our deep breaths in unison. Then I hear the door to my garage open.

I jerk my head up and we both simultanioulsy freeze as I perk my head, honing my hearing in on the sound of slippers on the concrete below. “David!” I hear my wife call out. After an infinitely long second, I answer “yes honey” my voice sounds like gravel. “Do you know where that manual is for the roomba?” I hear her slippers step closer to the spiral stair case. “Uh ummmm” I stutter” I hear her place a slipper donned foot onto the first iron step. I hear her hand grab the iron railing “um no no i dont” my voice echoes across the silent garage. I just now realise the music stopped a while ago. pandora is stupid.
I hear her take another step up the stairs. “I’m pretty sure it’s up there in that drawer”
That’s exactly where it is.
Another step echos through the space. One more and she would be able to see us.
“Uh, actually, you know what. I’m pretty positive it’s in the upstairs office. In that folder. I think I left it there after i registered the thing”
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“Oh ok!” I hear her steps go down the iron steps, across the cement floor and I hear the garage door slam.
Holy fucking shit.

Erica collapses onto the couch next to me and we both breathe a breath of relief. “I need a drink” I murmur out. “Yeah me too” and erica jumps up and bounces over to the bar.i pick up my now ruined button up. Well shit, I think to myself, I didnt plan this out very well. How will I get back into the house. Fuck it. I throw it down and follow erica behind the bar.

She pours out two whiskeys. “Ok one drink then you have to go. Shell soon be back up here looking for that thing”. She takes a swig of her drink “not before I finish you off” she says teasingly, wiping her lip with her finger “no no, I dont wanna ris-” but before I could finish, erica was on her knees. I look down and sigh. she was beautiful. I admired her petite body with her milky white skin, her brilliant hair and sparkly eyes. Seeing her on her knees with a sly smile on her face and her motioning with her finger for me to come closer was irresistible.

I walk to her and she instantly grabs my member and began to stroke, her other hand started massaging my balls like they were baoding balls. She greeted the tip of my member with her warm wet tongue and she began passionately swirling it around my head, then traced it up and down the length of me until finally she took me fully into her mouth. After a moment of this she retracted her mouth, looked up at me and gently kissed the tip of my cock. One hand slowly massaged the length of my member while the other continued fondling my balls. I felt myself build up, anticipating the intensity that was seconds ahead from such a long night of edging and teasing.

Then I heard the garage door open again. I freeze but erica continues as if nothing was wrong. I try to get her to stop but she gets a firm grip on my ass and continues. I look across the loft. My clothes were scattered and Erica’s red slip and heels were sitting next to the couch. I was fucked.

“Tell her to fuck off” erica whispers up at me while she continues massaging my cock and balls. I hear her footsteps walk across the concrete, stopping at the stairs. “H-hey” I stammer out “I’ll uh, ill.just buy a new one” I feel erica take me into her mouth again as she firmly squeezes and massages my balls “what? No that’s stupid” my wife calls up. “Look, dont come up here” I try to plead with my wife “why not? What are you doing up there?” I hear her slipper land on one of the iron steps. “I had a long day and want to be alone” I half yell, a sternness starting to form with each word. i hear her take another step. Erica quickens her pace, using both her hand and mouth.

I feel my body tense. “Fuck you, I’m coming up” another step “look yo, FUCK OFF!” I yell with every ounce of energy that erica wasnt currently trying to suck out of my cock. “FUCK OFF AND DIE YOU FUCKING SOUL SUCKING CUNT”
I could feel myself trembling “GO MAKE SOMEONE ELSE MISERABLE, YEAH MISERABLE CUZ THATS WHAT YOU ARE YOURE A MISERABLE HEARTLESS FUCKING THUNDERCUNT. SO FUCK OFF ALL THE WAY TO THE NORTH FUCKING POLE CUZ THATS WHERE YOU BELONG WITH YOUR COLD ASS DEAD HEART” the last word left me before I could stop the first one. There was a moment of silence followed by a “fucking asshole” muttered under the breath of my wife as I hear her quickly walk back into the house, slamming the door with enough force it knocked a street sign I stole when I was a teenager off the wall. Holy shit that felt good. I’ve never stood up to her like that. A little mean? Maybe but I felt damn good. Also erica was still sucking my dick so that also felt really really good!Ahhhhhh! Suddenly and unexpectantly I feel myself explode into ericas mouth. I swing my head down to see a satisfied looking erica taking the last spasms of my cum into her mouth. I watch as she squeezes the the last drop out of my throbbing member, then she swallows, wipes her lips with her finger and looks up at me with her sparkling blue eyes. “Holy shit, David! That was amazing”

“i know! I didnt know i could stand up to her like that!”
“I meant your orgasm, but yeah that too!”

She stands up and kisses me and I kiss her long and hard back. After drinking one more drink she gets dressed, as do I and I open the garage bay door to the outside elements to let her out. The light snow has turned into a blizzard and it blows into the garage, bringing the cold with it. As she runs through the falling snow across my snow covered driveway she pauses, turns and blows me a kiss.

I stare at her standing there in the dark snowy drive way, her long red hair blowing in the wind like a flickering match in the cold dark.

I wait a few hours until I know my wife is asleep then I sneak into the house. The next morning I expected an argument but when my wife came down the stairs she came up behind me, leaned in and whisper into my ear “you’re not getting rid of me”

A few weeks later I get a call while driving to work.
“Hey david!”
“Hey erica how are you?”
“I’m good, how are things with you? Have you had the talk yet?”
I’ve been putting off talking to my wife about getting divorced.

“Um no, not yet. But soon! Very soon…hey, did you get the edited photos I sent you?”
“Yeah they’re beautiful! Thank you so much!”
“Oh you’re welcome!”
“I sent them to my sister”
“You did WHAT?!?!”
“Uhh yeahhh, so I guess expect a call soon. Also that $300 tip I sent you? Yeah I lied to you about that.. that’s actuallu for your first meeting with the divorce attorney I’m hooking you up with. Hes great. Dont worry I’ll pay it all. Talk to you later, byeee”

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