I’ve been dying to share this story for years.
It all started while I was sitting with my then-wife on the couch at her mother’s house. Her mother and her sister lived together and we spent a lot of time with the both of them, sometimes sleeping over.
One morning, after my sister-in-law, Carianne, took her shower, she was sitting on the reclining chair in her purple bathrobe. The robe was open and, well, let’s start by saying that I had a nice view.
Carianne was about 37 and big. About 275 pounds big would be my guess, but she was sexy. I can’t really describe it more accurately, but she was very sexy. About 5 foot 6 or so with big breasts and big legs. And she acted very conservative, being from a church-going family. I never bought it — I thought she was wild and dirty like her sister, but she never let on if she was.
So my wife and I are sitting across from the recliner on the loveseat when my wife, who never minced words, said to her sister: “Any chance you might close your legs so my husband doesn’t have to get a full view?”