[MF] On holiday with my wife’s sister

Hi guys! So I thought I’d share with you a little story that happened to me when I was on holiday about six years ago. My ex-wife’s family have a annual tradition of booking an Airbnb somewhere in the country (UK) and spending a week or two together exploring the countryside, biking and hiking. That sort of outdoor activity shit that middle-class people love. Anyway, it was decided that 2013’s location would be Scotland and that me, my wife (at the time – Alice) her sister (Lucy) and her sisters husband (Jim) would be sharing a flat away from the rest of the family due to her parents not being able to find large enough accommodation for the entire clan.

Jim and Lucy are pretty cool, they were both in their late twenties and worked as IT technicians. Lucy is kinda hot in a geeky Velma sort of way so I was pretty happy to share with them. I’ve had a little crush on Lucy ever since the first family holiday I was included in. Our hotel rooms where next door to each other so we spent a lot of time hanging out with Lucy and Jim as a foursome. During that time I kept catching Lucy staring at me, and when we were left alone together there was a weird tension between us. One night me and Alice got drunk and ended up having loud sex in the room. We didn’t realise how loud we were until Jim came over and asked us to stop. Jim could be controlling like that.

The next morning Jim and Lucy teased us about the previous night and every time I caught eyes with Lucy she would blush a deep red and smirk uncontrollably. Ever since then we’ve been extremely flirtatious towards one another. But only when out of sight and earshot of Jim and Alice.

So fast forward to Scotland and the first few days passed uneventfully up until Jim decided we should split up who cooks each night and drew up a schedule of who should cook with who and paired us off. And bada bing, I get paired up with Lucy which means suddenly me and Lucy are spending more time together each evening than we are with our spouses. Which, if I’m honest wasn’t such a bad thing. Me and Alice had been going through a rough patch. She’d recently cheated on me and we were close to divorce. We’d agreed to keep it secret from her family as her mum was sick at the time. So I was enjoying spending a few hours every evening away from her. Drinking wine, cooking and casually flirting with her sister. Lucy has a slender build with dark red hair and pale skin. Despite being in her late twenties she dressed like a teenager, with 90s style crop tops that showed off her hip bones and a belly button piercing, two things that turn me on wildly. It seemed that each night our flirting would get more intense, from accidentally brushing up against one other to her pushing her bum into my crotch in an attempt to get me to move out of the way. It was all very playful

She confided in me that Jim had been acting more and more controlling since they had got married and that he’d forced her to quite her kick boxing class and join their saving, something she’d been dead against. I confided in her that Alice had cheated on me.

With four days left on the holiday Mark (my ex-wife’s dad) arranged a meal/party for the entire family. We were all meant to meet at the Airbnb but Lucy twisted her ankle on that days hike and ended up staying at the flat. That same afternoon me and Alice had a massive argument and I felt It would be best if I stayed away from the party. So me and Lucy returned to the flat and sat in the front room drinking copious amounts of wine and chatting shit.

Half way through the second bottle I noticed that we’d been inching slightly closer too one another. By this point I was feeling more than a little tipsy and after a weeks worth of flirting with Lucy I felt like something might happen. I guess she had the same feeling too because before I could act she had rolled her head onto my shoulder and had started to kiss my neck. I tilted my head down to meet her lips and kissed her hungrily. Maybe it was the adulterous nature of what was happening but that kiss felt amazing. She stood up and ran to the front door to lock it. I met her halfway as she came back to me. We stood kissing, eagerly pulling at each other’s clothes. I led her backwards and down onto the adjacent sofa as I pulled at her jeans, revealing her light grey underwear. There was a dark wet patch where her excitement had seeped through. My cock was pushing hard against my trousers, as if it was desperately trying to escape. She sat up, her fingers effortlessly unbuttoning my pants. As she pulled down my trousers and boxer she kissed the bottom of my stomach working her way down. She took me in her mouth, her hands on my hips as she sucked. I pushed her back feeling my pleasure grow quickly, I wanted this to last. kneeling down I ran my tongue over the wet spot on her underwear. I could hear her gasp with excitement as I ripped them off. Her legs hung in the air as I ate her out. She came in my mouth, then I felt a hand on my head. She pushed me down and the next thing I knew I was eating her ass, this seemed to drive her wild.

Abruptly She pushed me back and span over onto her stomach lifting her ass into the air. I got the hint and with one hand massaging her soaking pussy I slid my tongue deep into her ass until she shook with pleasure.
I sat back to admire her tight body and saw her look back at me over her shoulder. With the benefit of hindsight I think that was the moment I realised I wasn’t in love with Alice anymore.

She rolled on to her back again and I pulled her close to me. Resting the head of my cock in her wetness I slowly pushed into her. Shallow at first then deeper. Her moans where making each thrust harder to hold on so I pulled her up and on top of me. I’ve always been able to last longer with the girl on top. I felt the pressure decrease a little. Clearly this worked better for her too because shortly afterwards she started to cum again. Regardless of my effort to prolong the experience I could feel my pleasure racing up. I pulled out letting my cock slide between her ass cheeks, I started to cum hard, covering her back and ass. We held each other letting our breathing subside, she stayed sat a stride me and we kissed for a long while.

Afterwards we showered separately and aired out the front room. We sat in the kitchen and finished off the second bottle of wine while waiting for our partners to return from the party. Lucy then got a text from Jim saying they were going to stay at the Airbnb tonight because Alice had got way too drunk and passed out. He was super apologetic in the text and made out like her spending time with me must be boring.
We looked at each other and both started laughing. We fucked twice more that night but slept in our own beds separately incase they returned unexpectedly.

We both commented on how strange it was that we didn’t feel any awkwardness or shame afterwards. Maybe that was our subconscious predicting what was to come.

As you’ve probably guessed me and Alice split within the year and Jim and Lucy ended up divorcing the year after but Lucy said that was down to Jim’s controlling
nature more than anything else.

Me and Lucy hooked up a couple times after and helped each other out with the divorce process, but we never became more than that due to Alice being her sister.
Lucy was a ray of light throughout that period, it’s just a shame that we never got the chance to work on an actual relationship. But I guess that’s just how life works sometimes.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/apyzj6/mf_on_holiday_with_my_wifes_sister