I had concerns when my ex-wife’s sister asked if she could move in with me for a while. We had a sexually charged past (you can read about some of it on my profile), and I did not know how that would play out if she lived with me. But she is my ex sister in law and she was in a bit of a bind, so I said yes.
Things were fine for the first month or so, and everything was platonic. But there was some sexual tension. We’re both single and high libido, and there was tension.
Then one day, out of the blue, she handed me a piece of paper. On it were the results of a recent test she had taken, and she was free from any STIs. The message had been sent, she wanted to fuck.
And we did. That very day. On the couch in the living room while a basketball game was on tv. And then we fucked again that night, in my bed after we had both showered. And then it didn’t stop.
We fucked. We went down on each other, we jacked each other off. We used toys on each other. And it happened every day. Often twice a day, and once even three times. You get the picture.
And we fucked everywhere. In my bed, in her bed, on the floor, on the couch, in the shower, in the bathtub, on a barstool, and once on the kitchen counter.