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Barbra and her Ex-Sister-in-Law
By
Jan
I greeted on the New Year's Eve, my brother's ex-wife in the cabin provided by The Chattahoochee State Park for the benefit of Rangers. We both happen to be a 46-years-old.
I had married when I was 26, but divorced him by the age 36. While we were married we engaged in a lot of swingers club. We met at a swinger club, and married so we could attend more parties. It was an arrangement for pure lust, because he was looking for cock, while I was looking for pussy. Children were out of the question. The marriage ended when our interest in swinging subsided.
Having an advanced degree in Environmental Biology made it possible for me to become a Ranger for The Chattahoochee State Park, where I supervised five campgrounds and four boat ramps along the Chattahoochee River. Just before Christmas I made a quick trip to my home town in Atlanta to visit with my mother before I had to return home so that the married rangers could spend the holiday season with their families. While I was visiting Mother, she was also entertaining my brother's ex-wife, Connie.
Mom had always liked her ex-daughter-in-law, even though she had divorced my asshole brother, Taylor, a long time ago. He had moved to Los Angeles, California. Connie's parents still live in the home town where we grew up, not all that far from Mother, so she stopped by before returning to her home out west. The three of us had a nice visit for a few days.
One afternoon, Connie and I decided to go to `Starbucks' for coffee, and be able to talk about old times. We were the same age and attended the same schools from the age of six. She had married my brother right out of school, but over coffee she admitted that after the divorce she had moved across country to get away from my brother. She said that living out there allowed her to live the way she wanted, because she couldn't live the way she wanted in our home town. Then she sprang the news on me, I have always wanted to be with other woman, and couldn't live here and do that!"
That was a big shock for me to absorb, but then she added, "I always had a crush on you all the way through school. Your brother told me while we were dating that he thought you were gay, because all of the boys you dated, had told him that you never gave them any pussy, but would give them hand-jobs to placate them."
I laughed at her statement, because she was right about that, I would jack them off in an effort to stop them from talking about me. "You're right about that I never wanted to do anything with them, because I was having sex with Miss Elizabeth Hartley, our math teacher, and had been doing so from the age of 14."
Connie almost choked on her coffee, our math teacher was the most beautiful woman in our school, everybody thought so, all of the boys and male teachers thought so too, but that's another story. Connie eventually got over her shock about my lesbian confession.
When she calmed down I invited her to spend the holidays with me, after all the Chattahoochee State Park, was on the way back to her home. She had to call her girlfriend back home to let her know she was going to spend the holidays with her family. Then she agreed to come home with me, because she had always wanted to be with me dating back to our school days. We were both regretting the missed opportunity back in our school days.
I returned to The Chattahoochee State Park, and my furnished cabin with all the utilities paid for. I live there by myself, which suits me to a T. That was why I volunteered to work over the holidays by myself, so that my fellow married rangers could spend the holidays with their families. The few single men could also visit their parents or siblings.
I had a few answers to the countless flirtatious offers like, "I don't shit where I eat!" That kind of response cools their ardor. When I got back to the park and relieved my fellow rangers, I had the park to myself. The camp grounds were empty. Connie arrived before Christmas night. I had been on pins and needles waiting for her to arrive, because I was so fucking horny. I could feel my pussy oozing as I drank a glass of wine while I was waiting. I had to actually take a bath in the old cast iron tub that dated back to the first upgrade to the park back in the thirties.
When I got dressed I didn't bother putting on panties, because I hate to wear them. Oh, I have a few pairs just in case I have to visit a doctor. I'm sure they think I buy new ones every time I have to visit them, because they are so rarely worn. For the occasion of her visit I opted not to wear my forest greens, because they were not very flattering to my femininity. I picked out a short navy blue wool skirt, white cashmere sweater without a bra. My tits are small enough that I don't require the support. I do wear a bra with my uniform because the wool blend shirt rubs my nipples so much.
Anyway I heard a car pulling up the gravel driveway, I checked through the window to be sure it was Connie getting out of her car. I used a washcloth one final time to wipe my pussy, and tossed it through the open bathroom door before opening the front door.
Connie was already coming up the steps to the porch, with an overnight bag. It was cool and the first snow had melted. Normally the snow didn't get this far south until mid-January. Connie had a heavy wool coat on that covered most of her legs. I was sure she was wearing a dress. The cold night air made her cheeks very red, but she was still a very pretty woman. She gave me a warm smile and said, "It's a long way getting here."
I ushered her into my cabin and closed the door against the cold. The wood fire burning in the river stone fireplace had the cabin nice and warm. Carrie turned her back to me, so that I could help her take off her heavy coat. While she was admiring how I had decorated the cabin for the holidays, I admired the fact that she had on a short skirt.
She commented on the two felt stockings hanging from the mantel over the fireplace, and the small Douglas fir tree decorated with colorful lights and glass balls sitting on a small table in a corner. While she was commenting I felt my pussy start to ooze juice again. My thought was, GAWD I hope she can't smell me, and then again I hoped she knew just how horny she was making me. After all I wanted her to know just how much I desired her.
I took her coat and hung it on a peg near the front door where I hang my coats. When I turned to face her, we just stood there looking at each other, neither of us said anything. I moved first, I just wrapped her in my arms and kissed her on the mouth. I slid my hand down to her hips and pulled her tightly against me. She met my open mouth kiss with an open mouth. It was a very long passionate kiss from the start. Her body was warming up quickly after coming in out of the cold. I was enjoying warming her up with my body. I loved the feeling of her body molding against my own. When we finally broke the kiss she rested her head on my shoulder and whispered in my ear, "You'll never know how long I've wanted to do that!"
I responded softly, "You should have let me know! We have missed so much! Let's have a glass of wine and start catching up!"
We held hands as we walked into the kitchen/dining room. Being a mountain cabin it is rather Spartan, but adequate for my needs. I had opened a good bottle of California wine to breathe on the kitchen counter. I had two long stem wine glasses ready, and she stood next to me as I poured a little wine into my glass. By custom I took the first sip to check for corkage before filling our glasses and handing her a glass. We clinked our glasses together, before we returned to the living room. We sat on the overstuffed leather sofa facing the fireplace. I picked up the remote and turned on the stereo.
Connie pulled her legs up under her and leaned over to place her head on my shoulder. I turned my head to look at her, as she said, "You and Miss Heartley, I can't believe it!"
I smiled and told her, "That was a long time ago, but I still have a warm place in my heart for her."
Connie told me, "I always fantasized about her!" After frowning she said, "I also had a crush on her and you too!" She gave me a quick kiss, "And I still do!"
With that she stood up and picked up our glasses and went into the kitchen to refill them. Just as she was headed towards the kitchen, the Donna Summer song, "I love you baby" came on the stereo. She sat our glasses down on the end table next to me, held out her hand, and said, "Dance with me?"
I took her hand and stood up. I moved into her outstretched arms, as she assumed the lead, while we dance to what I think was the sexiest song ever recorded. We clung to each as we moved our bodies against one another in response to the rhythm of the music. I swear I could have cum, as we rubbed pussies and tits against each other. We shared a long and passionate wet kiss that made it difficult to breathe until we finally broke the kiss.
We lay down on the sofa as we struggled to remove each other's clothes. I couldn't help wondering if she had been this hot back in our school days. I finally got her blouse off, after pulling off a couple of buttons in the process, pushing up her bra, while she was taking off my own sweater. I found that her tits were perfect, with big nipples and oh, did they taste good. I sucked and chewed on each nipple while sliding my hand up her shirt. She was wearing pantyhose, but to my delight they were crotch less, and oh my GAWD she was as smooth as a newborn baby. I just had to have her! My hands abandoned her tits as I went down to her juicily wet pussy with my starving mouth. Oh, did I love the aroma, the smell of her hot wet pussy. I found her clit as hard as a little dick, and it must have been awfully sensitive, because she pulled me up to her tits again. Another Donna Summer song was ending as Carrie picked up the remote and pushed the replay button again. She stood up and started to dance by herself as she started to strip to the music.
She was a sight to behold with her blouse open and her tits hanging out. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra and discarded it before pulling me back to my feet. We both started to perform a striptease to the song, "I love you baby."
We watched each other pull our clothes off as we swayed to the music. All I had to do is remove the cashmere sweater and wool skirt to be naked. She has to additionally remove the pantyhose to get naked. She reached down to roll them down her hips. I reached out and stopped her. I told her I wanted to do that for her. While she continued to sway to the music, I dropped to my knees and pushed my face into her soaking wet pussy. GAWD, she was so wet.
My face was pressed up against her pussy as far as I could get it; she ground her pussy against my face. I used my tongue to probe her cunt in an effort to match the rhythm of the music. By the time the song came to an end my ex-sister-in-law, Connie, had drenched my face with two of the wettest orgasms I have ever experienced. I came once myself while never touching my pussy. The music had come to an end and we were relaxing on the sofa after Connie retrieved the glasses and returned with freshly refilled wine glasses. The smell of hot pussy filled the air.
Connie asked me, "Tell me how Miss Heartley and you got together?"
While I told her my story, she set her glass down, and lay her head on my lap. She sniffed, laughed and said, "I smell wet pussy!"
As I related the story, it all seemed to come back to me, almost as if it hadn't been that long ago. Just remembering the events was enough to make me wet again. I was so absorbed in the memory of the events that I hardly noticed Connie had spread my legs and curled up on her knees and was fingering my pussy while sucking on my clit. I placed my hand on her back and stroked her butt until I reached under her hip to finger her pussy. We masturbated each other while I related how I had seduced Miss Heartley. We both enjoyed another orgasm.
I do remember Connie saying as she got on the wooden floor on her knees between my legs that she had waited a lifetime to eat my pussy, and now she was going to enjoy it. She pulled my ass closer to the edge of the cushion, lifted my legs up and pressed my knees against my tits as she said, "I want to taste the ass I have lusted after for years!" She licked around my hole for what seemed like forever before she pushed her tongue as far as she could up my asshole. She was actually fucking my asshole with her pointed tongue.
I was playing with and pinching my own nipples while looking between my legs at her eyes. I let go of my nipples and reached around my thighs for my clit with both hands, but Connie caught my hands and pulled her tongue out of my ass and said, "That is mine!" She gave my asshole a final lick, and covered my cunt with her open mouth. It was as if she was trying to make up for all of the years we had wasted, because she seemed to be trying to suck my pussy inside out. We continued to make love and drink wine until the bottle was empty. We spent the rest of the evening making out like a couple of teenagers. I hadn't made out with anyone like that since I was sixteen years old.
As the fire died down in the fireplace the cabin grew colder, so we retired to the bedroom. I'm sure her mouth was as sore as mine from all of the kissing and pussy sucking. We covered our naked bodies with the heavy quilts and cuddled for the warmth. With our heads under the covers the smell of wet pussy was strong. We managed to stay under the quilts while we continued sucking tits, pussies and even assholes.
She spent the better part of a week with me. We still had the place to ourselves. Before the New Year it snowed. It is strange that with a foot of snow on the ground and a thick cloud cover it was warmer that it had been when she arrived. Just the same we were in no mood to enjoy the outdoors. We hardly put on anything that resembled clothing. We did our best to keep the fire burning in the fireplace to keep the cabin toasty. We bathed together, shaved each other's under arms, legs, and pussies. We relished eating together while we were naked.
I even drug out our high school yearbook, and laughed at our pictures as we related how much we had wanted to have sex with each other. It was hard to turn the pages because we were constantly playing with each other's pussy. When we got to the faculty picture pages we paused to look at the picture of Miss Hartley and admire how pretty she was.
Connie still couldn't believe that I had sex with her when I was a freshman through our senior year.
We welcomed in the New Year together by clinging to each other and not only sucking each other's pussy but tongue fucking each other's asshole. Connie and I had to eventually prepare for her returning to her home. I got up, bathed, fixed breakfast while Connie bathed and packed up. I called her to breakfast, and she came into the kitchen in all of her naked glory. We kissed for a long time because we regretted the parting. Over breakfast we made plans for the future. We promised to spend the next Christmas and New Year with each other.
After cleaning away the dishes, she left the room while I washed them. I heard her call my name, so I went to the bedroom here she was finishing packing, and there she lay on the bed, arms stretched out as she said, "Come here and let me make love to you one more time before I leave!"
There was no way I was going to pass up an invitation like that. I mounted her in a 69 for what seemed like hours. I know it wasn't that long, but I can't help thinking like that. Afterwards we kissed long and hard. We eventually had to get dressed and I helped her carry her luggage to her car. I stood there on the snow covered driveway watching her drive away until she was out of sight. I could still taste her pussy.
We have do get together whenever we can get together. We spend birthdays with each other and holidays when we can. I volunteer to work the holidays, so the married men can spend them with their families. The Park is almost empty on those occasions, so Connie and I pretty much have the park to ourselves. We could hike the trails to the waterfalls in the nude if we chose to do so. There are times when I take leave to visit Connie. She shows me the sights and we make love. She even broke off her relationship with her younger girlfriend so that she didn't have to lie to her to be with me. We have even talked about her quitting her job and finding a job near the park so that we can live together.
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