I (21[F]) have been getting railed by my brother in law (30[M]) for the last year, and now I’m his live-in cum slut. PART 2 – I go away with my brother in law on a romantic getaway intended for my sister

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Hugh and I had been enjoying my live-in arrangement for a few months.
So far there had been no close calls and we had been enjoying alone time while my sister was at work most days, and also some nights while she was asleep.

Despite my sister being none the wiser. Her general mood was getting worse and worse so it didn’t surprise me when after one of our lunchtime sessions, Hugh told me he planned to surprise my sister with a Stay-Cation at the nearby hotel for her 30th birthday. He hoped it would cheer her up a bit. I agreed to watch their son for the weekend but knowing my sister I knew she would find a way to be ungrateful for the gift.

Saturday came, the day of my sister’s 30th birthday. I sat at the breakfast bar drinking my morning coffee when my sister came in with her son on her hip, wailing his head off.
“Of course he picks today of all days to be teething again. Entering my 30s with zero sleep and zero help thanks to my useless husband, and no help from you either of course”. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.
“Happy birthday” I tried to say cheerily.
“I don’t really think there is anything happy about it” she quipped back.
Hugh entered the room with a big smile on his face. He passed my sister an envelope and she opened it, reading the contents.
“What is this?” She asked suspiciously.
“It’s a romantic getaway for you and me tonight! Happy birthday!” He smiled.
“A Getaway, in our own town? You can’t be serious. Also how on earth do you expect us to take a baby to a hotel, a restaurant and massage? You’ve lost your mind” she said scathingly
“It’s called a staycation honey, we can’t actually go anywhere right now, this is the next best thing. Besides your sister will watch the baby this weekend so we can be alone” he explained, trying to remain positive.
“You would like me to spend my birthday away from my own child, and leave him alone overnight for the first time in his life with my idiot sister. I’ll probably come back to find him dead. What a way to spend my birthday”, she screeched.
I know I shouldn’t have said anything but I was deeply insulted by her assumption I was an unfit babysitter.
“I look after your son every day. I almost spend more time with him than you do. How dare you suggest I’d somehow kill him.” I responded.
“Letting you watch him for a few hours here and there or with Hugh supervising is one thing, letting you watch him overnight is a whole different matter. I do not trust you and frankly I don’t think I ever will,” she said disapprovingly.
“Come on babe,” pleaded Hugh, trying to fix the situation “your sister can handle this. Come enjoy your birthday with me, it will be great”.
“There’s no way in hell I’m going to pay to stay in a hotel in my own town, or leave my child overnight with my sister, and I can’t believe you would even think I would want this. What kind of a husband are you? Do you even know me? You have ruined my birthday.” She yelled.
“Babe don’t do this” Hugh sighed, looking defeated.
“I am taking our son and I’m going to go stay with my friend for the night. If I don’t get a full apology and a real gift by the time I get back tomorrow, then you can kiss goodbye to our marriage.” she snapped, storming out of the room.

A few hours later I found him in the back garden sitting on the deck.
“Pack your bags” I commanded.
“Sorry what?” He asked.
“The romantic staycation, you’d already paid for it right?” I inquired.
“Yes” he said.
“Well let’s go. You and me. My sister is at her friend’s house with the baby, she won’t be coming home until tomorrow.” I proposed.
“I don’t know…. what if she comes home early?” He asked.
“Just say you went to your friend’s house for moral support. She will feel secretly elated that you’re so cut up about her leaving” I explained.
“And if she wonders where you went” he asked again.
“I can just say I went and spent the night with a guy friend. She thinks I sleep around so she will believe it. Also you’re a guy and my friend so it will technically be true,” I laughed.
“Ok this is crazy but let’s do this and pray to god nobody we know sees us.” He said, smiling now. I lent in and gave him a quick kiss, already purring with excitement for the fun night to come.

Hugh and I stepped into the lobby, bags in hand, both with sunglasses on to offer us some tiny semblance of a disguise. But who were we kidding, if someone actually spotted us we were screwed. Hugh approached the front desk of the lavish five star hotel, “Hi I have a booking under Hugh Fletcher.”
“Welcome Mr and Mrs Fletcher!” responded the friendly concierge. Hugh gave me a quick grin and I couldn’t help but giggle and blush at being called Mrs Fletcher. This was the craziest thing we had ever done, but I couldn’t find any reason in my head to turn back now. The hungry look in Hugh’s eyes as he grinned at me proved he didn’t feel like chickening out now either.

We were taken to our room which was a beautiful suite with an enormous superking bed in the middle of the room and a wall of windows looking out over the city. On the bed was a bottle of champagne, a bouquet of roses, and a box of chocolates with a note saying “From all of us here at the hotel, we would like to wish Mrs Fletcher the happiest of Birthdays. A complimentary late checkout has been added to your stay”.

“How kind of them”, I mused.
“Kind indeed”, Hugh nodded.
“Well… I’m waiting”, I stated.
“Waiting for what?” Hugh asked.
“For my birthday present. I’m Mrs Fletcher for today, am I not? Or at the very least, that’s what the hotel thinks. So I think I deserve a present.” I winked.
“What would you like Mrs Fletcher?” He smiled, in on the role-play now.
“Surprise me” I purred.
Hugh suddenly stepped in front of me, his tall frame dwarfing mine in comparaison. He lifted my body easily and placed me down on the bed. He ran his hands down my sides, past my small waist, and down to my voluptuous hips. He nimbly unzipped my skintight black jeans and gently pulled them off, revealing my milky pale thick thighs, and smiling as he saw that underneath my jeans I was wearing his favourite lacy red g-string.
“Have I ever told you how much I love that colour against your skin?” he asked.
“Only one or two hundred times,” I chuckled.
He nuzzled his face into the apex of my thighs and spent a second there taking a deep breath.
“As always, you’re mouthwatering” he breathed. I already was filled with anticipation for what was to come and let out a soft moan in response. He gently pulled the lacy fabric to one side and slowly inserted 2 fingers into my already dripping slit.
“How do you like that Mrs Fletcher?” He asked cheekily.
“Don’t stop Mr Fletcher” I breathed, so turned on by the role play and the risky game we were playing. He started pumping gently as I threw my head back in ectacsy.

Suddenly I was snapped out of my bliss by a loud knock at the door. Hugh kept expertly pumping his fingers in and out of me as he yelled “Who is it?”
“It’s the masseuses, we are here for your couples massages” a voice yelled back.
“One moment” Hugh replied, before getting down on his knees and replacing his fingers with his tongue. I tried my best not to make too much sound as he used his tongue in the way only he could to drive my body closer and closer to orgasm as the masseuses stood not five metres away from us, just outside the door. He alternated between long slow licks that made my toes curl and quick flicks of my clit with his tongue. In what felt like a lifetime but what was only probably 30 seconds, my whole body was shaking as I came apart. I opened my eyes to see Hugh’s face slick with my juices staring back at me. “We best get cleaned up Mrs Fletcher”, he smiled, throwing me my pants.

The massage was heavenly but I found it hard to relax knowing that Hugh’s naked body under a small towel was just a few metres away from me. My ‘birthday’ present from Hugh had awakened my need for him inside of me, rather than having quietened it. My masseuse even remarked that I kept squirming and asked if she was hurting me. Hearing this Hugh chuckled and shot me a wink. After that I made a lot more effort to lay still and not think of Hugh, and was able to relax and enjoy the massage a lot more.

After the masseuses left, Hugh went for a dip in the hotel pool to ‘cool off’ and left me to get ready for our dinner at the fancy restaurant downstairs. This was the riskiest part of our plan, and the place we were most likely to be busted. But once again, I couldn’t feel an ounce of nerves or regret for what we were doing, especially with the surprise I had planned for him.

As we were packing our bags I realised I didn’t really have anything appropriate in my wardrobe for such a fancy restaurant, so I took a risk and went through my sister’s wardrobe. In it I found the dress she wore at their engagement party. A beautiful tight fitting red bodycon style dress that on my sister’s tall and slim frame looked elegant and sophisticated. But on my shorter, curvier body, it looked very different. The stretchy red fabric clung skin tight to every curve. My waist appeared tiny in opposition to my voluptuous hips and behind, and my boobs, although not overly large by most people’s standards, were ever so slightly spilling over the top of the dress. I complimented the dress with a pair of my own black pointed high heels, and wore my long dark hair down, in its naturally curly state.

I was standing in front of the mirror putting on red lipstick as the finishing touch when Hugh walked through the door, and his jaw dropped to the floor.
“What do you think Mr Fletcher,” I asked, “too much? You did say you liked this colour against my skin”
“You have no right to be looking that hot in my wife’s dress. Holy Fuck”.
I laughed awkwardly, thinking to myself that maybe I had taken this game too far.
“We should cancel our dinner reservation, I need you right now.” He stated. I breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn’t mad.
“There’s no way we are cancelling dinner,” I laughed, “besides don’t you want to show me off for a bit first?”
“Why on earth would I want to show you off? I want you all to myself?” He mused.
“I think you’re forgetting Mr Fletcher that it’s my birthday, so therefore I get to choose what we do, and I would like to go to dinner” I affirmed.
“You will be the end of me, I swear” he groaned, before heading to his suitcase to reluctantly get dressed.

The restaurant was lovely, but more, importantly was filled with people we had never seen in our lives before. Hugh and I sighed a collective sigh of relief upon this discovery, and he quickly took my hand in his as we were lead to our table at the back of the restaurant. When we sat down Hugh chuckled to himself.
“What’s funny?” I asked.
“I think you have no idea of the effect you have on men. At least five elderly men almost had heart attacks when you walked into this restaurant in that red dress. That man over in the left corner is still staring at you.” He explained. I hazarded a glance and Hugh was right, I did seem to have a few admirers tonight.
“Well let’s give them something to look at” I chuckled, slipping a pantyhose covered foot out of my high heel and running it slowly up the inside of Hugh’s leg under the table. The old man in the left corner could see what I was doing and suddenly turned beet red and tried to hide his embarrassment behind his water glass. I topped off my little show with a wink in his direction which caused him to choke a little bit on his water. Hugh let out a short laugh before trying to stifle it.
“This is why I can’t take you anywhere” he said. I just laughed quietly as the waiter approached to speak us through the banquet.

Hugh and I stumbled into the elevator two hours later, thoroughly full of food and wine. The moment the elevator doors closed he slammed me into the wall, locking me in a tight embrace, his lips crushing into mine. I could feel his how hard he was already as I dug my nails into his back through the layers of his suit. His large hands grabbed my behind and lifted me up so that we could meet eye to eye. He ravished my neck with kisses, as my eyes rolled back in my head, my whole body already on fire with wanting. The elevator dinged and Hugh put me down gently before grabbing me firmly by the hand and pulling me along with him at almost a jog to our hotel room. Once inside he lifted me up once again and took me over to the bed where he lay me down and crawled on top of me.

“You’re such a little cocktease Mrs Fletcher” he breathed.
“I’m your little cocktease” I retorted.
His hands groped my breasts, spilling over the top of the bodycon dress. He easily popped both free over the top of the dress, and gently placed one in his mouth.
His hand now roamed down over my body before heading up under my skirt to the waistband of my pantyhose. He pulled them off expertly with one hand without missing a beat with his tongue over my now hardened nipples. After discarding of my pantyhose, his hand returned under my skirt up towards my dripping pussy.
Despite every inch of my body yearning for his touch, I managed to find my voice,
“Stop”, I breathed.
“Why?” he asked.
“You’ve already given me a present today, it’s my turn to give you something.” I replied.

I grabbed him by the hand and lead him to the wall of glass windows looking out over the night skyline of the city. I undressed him before getting down on my knees, still in the red dress, still with my breasts spilling over the top, and took his rock hard length in my mouth. His eyes shut as his head rocked back and a single “fuck……” escaped his lips. I gently sucked from base to tip before lightly flicking it with my tongue. I looked up at his face and caught him staring down at me. I gave him a quick wink before quickly moving back down his length again so that his tip was now pushing against the back of my throat.
The feeling of him filling up my mouth with his hard cock was just sending me closer to the edge, already trembling with anticipation for then he would be filling someplace else with that length. I muffled a moan around him, as he placed a strong hand on my head and buried his fingers into my hair. As I kept taking him in and out of my mouth I couldn’t help it and one of my hands absentmindedly traveled up under my skirt to give me some relief. I was shocked at how wet I was already, this little game was far too arousing.

“What are you doing there Mrs Fletcher” he caught me.
“Nothing at all Mr Fletcher” I mumbled, his tip still in my mouth.
“I thought you were giving ME a present” he said haughtily.
“I’m sorry Mr Fletcher, I couldn’t resist” I responded.
“Stand up” he ordered.
I did as I was told. He turned me around and pulled my tight dress up so that it was up around my waist. He slapped my ass hard. The pain was so pleasurable. He bent me over at the waist so that my face and chest was pressed up against the window, for the whole city to see. I gasped at the feeling of the cold glass against my nipples and face before suddenly feeling his rock hard length ram into me from the behind. I moaned in response. We had never done anything like this before. I was sure the people in the other buildings couldn’t see our faces but they could have seen my body if they happened to look in that direction. Hugh slowly pulled his cock out of me before slamming it back in. With every thrust I felt myself caring less and less about letting people see, and more and more about the feeling of him making me whole. It felt so freeing to be together like this out in the open, instead of sneaking around in the house, silently, in the dark. My whole body was on fire with his touch and my breathing became so heavy the glass in front of my face had fogged.

I felt his fingertips dig into my ass cheeks as he continued to ram me harder and harder. “Don’t stop” I moaned. I heard Hugh grunt in response, he was beyond words at this point. The sound of our skin slapping together was almost louder than my moans as I could feel myself getting closer and closer to coming apart. Suddenly Hugh slammed his hands on the glass next to my face as he came hard into me with a big final thrust. This sent me flying over the edge and I screamed out with the force of my orgasm. “Happy birthday Mrs Fletcher” he breathed weakly before collapsing to the floor and taking me with him, his seed dripping down my thighs.

The following morning we handed our door keys back to the concierge.
“We hope you enjoyed your stay Mr and Mrs Fletcher” they said cheerily. Hugh and I just smiled sheepishly in response.

Hugh took the car directly home while I went and got a coffee before calling a taxi and arriving home an hour later. When I got home my sister had just arrived 10 minutes earlier and I could hear them arguing in hushed voices in the bedroom. I threw myself down on my bed, exhausted from a night of not a lot of sleep. I put on some headphones and played some calming music as I reflected on the weekend and considered when I would get the chance to sneak into my sister’s wardrobe and return her red dress.

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