Unspoken Pleasure

As I finished depositing my load in her cunt, she quipped, "Holy shit, either the idea of pounding my ass or of me pounding your ass had you revved up." "Maybe both," I quipped, pulling out.

We both cleaned ourselves up and didn't speak anything else about this for a couple of weeks. I wondered what she really thought of it.

It was just over two weeks later, when I complained my back was killing me, she suggested, "Why don't you go and get a massage from Kara?"

"What?" I asked. Kara was a professional masseuse. My wife made it clear I couldn't ever go to her. She was very voluptuous, unlike my wife who was rather small chested.

"Sure," she shrugged, as she typed on her phone, "there is no one better."

I was about to talk, but she brought her finger to her lips implying I was not to talk as she put her cell to her ear. After a minute, she said, "Hey, Daryl's back is killing him after all his travel of late. Any chance you can squeeze him in?"

I gasped. I really couldn't believe she was going to let her sister give me a massage. Kara was well known in the community for her massages and often having two plus week waits to get in.

"Oh, I doubt he will mind," my wife, Amanda, responded, with a very odd giggle, before adding, "yes, he'll be there."

'OMG!' I thought to myself.

"Thanks, gorgeous, he'll be there at ten," Amanda finished. Looking at me, after she hung up, she explained, "She can fit you in at ten." "Tonight?" I asked.

"Yep," she nodded.

"That's pretty late," I pointed out, usually I was ready for bed by nine.

"That's when she can fit you in," she answered, in a tone implying the conversation was done.

"Okay," I nodded, stunned after all the years Kara offered me massages and Amanda refused to allow it, she was okay with it.

I drove to Kara's house; she had made her basement into a very nice massage area.

I knocked on the door and after a moment Kara opened it.

To my surprise, she was dressed in a red dress and nylons which instantly made my cock harden. I had a weakness for nylons, a fetish I developed in high school, from cheerleaders. In all the years I knew Kara I had never seen her in nylons... never. Yet, there she was in a red dress showcasing her voluptuous breasts and mocha nylons which also happened to be my favourite colour.

To add to the cock hardening moment, her feet were in full view. Her toes were painted a matching red.

Yet another dick flinching moment was when she pulled me in for a tit crushing hug, something she always did. Kara was a very touchy-feely woman which made sense based on her profession.

She explained, "Sorry, I just got home and didn't have time to change."

"Go ahead if you wish," I said, even though I was enjoying her look I knew it would be hard to not be hard as a rock when she was massaging me if I constantly saw her feet in nylons.

"No, no," she shrugged, "It's already ten."

"Okay," I shrugged, both excited and nervous at the idea of her being in nylons while she massaged me.noveldrama

"Plus," she added, as she began walking to the stairs, "I know how much you like stockings."

My eyes went wide. Did Amanda tell Kara such things? This sentence, plus the fact she wore nylons, should have signalled something was different today, not to mention the fact that Amanda was allowing this massage to happen in the first place.

As I followed her down the stairs I noticed something else when she reached the bottom of the stairs. Ever so briefly I noticed she was wearing thigh high stockings, as I saw a quick glimpse of lace top... this only added to the aching in my loins.

"Get undressed and call me when you're ready," she ordered, as her cell rang. She added, before answering the phone, "And I mean completely undressed, underwear too. She answered it talking as she went up the stairs.

I couldn't protest or question the completely naked order as she walked away, I got undressed, ignoring the last order, keeping my underwear on, my dick rock hard, and got under the white blanket on my stomach. I called out, "Ready," and waited.

A couple of minutes later, she returned downstairs and said, "That was Amanda, she was making sure you made it here."

"Okay," I said, feeling guilty my dick was so hard because of her sister.

She put a hot towel on my shoulders and started massaging my left leg. She asked, "So, where are you sore?"

"Almost everywhere," I admitted, her hands already feeling great as she worked on my calf.

"Well, then I'll be sure to work you over everywhere," she said, seemingly stressing the word 'everywhere'.

If I didn't know any better, I'd have thought she was implying something sexual, yet she was my sister-in-law.

For twenty minutes she worked my entire upper body before moving to my calves and then feet. She scolded, as she moved the towel off my ass, "You didn't listen."

"I thought it would be weird," I replied.