Andy Goes into the Wrong Bedroom

"Don't wait up for me."

I then gave her a kiss on the lips. I got nothing back, and she pushed me away.

"I suppose you want me to sleep in the spare room?"

I got a stern look from her, and then she said, "Yes. And don't wake me up when you get in."

I tried to look innocent, as if that would never happen, but I could tell that Avril wasn't convinced. It had happened before, and if I drank too much, which was likely, it might happen again tonight.

It was Friday, and I was going Bowling with some friends. We did it once a month. Afterwards, we would go to our local bar, Murphy's. It was always a late night. Avril didn't mind me going out, but she did mind me waking her up, especially if I was drunk. That's why tonight I was sleeping in the spare room.

It was two o'clock when I got home, and I was drunk. I was in control, but only just. It took me two attempts to get the key in the lock. I managed to get upstairs without making a noise. As I was passing our bedroom door, I stopped. I was supposed to sleep in the spare room, but I wanted to sleep with her. Even while I was thinking about it, I knew it was a bad idea. I wanted sex, but did she?

We have been married for eight years, so that initial lust has long passed. Don't get me wrong. Our sex life is OK, but it's just not as spontaneous as it once was. Occasionally we would hit the heights, but not as often as I would like.

I pushed the door open. The drink had made me optimistic. I was now convinced that she would let me, and that she would be as eager as I was. After undressing down to my underwear, I got into bed, and snuggled up to her. We were spooning. I then started kissing her neck. She liked me doing that. So far so good, but my next action would determine if she was in the mood.

My hand was now cupping her breast. I then started fondling it, and that got a reaction from her. It was a low moan, only just audible. That was a good sign. My luck was in. If I didn't rush things, then we would end up fucking.

I was now playing with her nipple, feeling it through her nightie, and it was responding to my touch. It seemed bigger than normal. I didn't know why, but I wasn't complaining. She then moaned again, but this time louder. Was she awake? She then started pushing her bottom against me. Yes she was, and she was enjoying it.

As I lowered my boxers, so that my cock could be fully out, I couldn't help smiling. It had been risky coming into the room, but it had paid off. I was now glad that I had tried, rather than just going to the other room.

When I pushed against her leg, she raised it, giving me access to her. Then, before I could move my cock to her opening, she surprised me, by taking hold of my hand and putting it between her legs. Good, this wasn't going to just be a quick fuck.

As I ran two fingers up and down her slit, she wiggled her bottom. That always got me excited. Even without entering her, I could feel her wetness. When I slowly pushed them in, she groaned. And when they were fully in, up to the knuckles, she grunted.

I was now moving them in and out, and she was responding as if she had never been fingered before. Lots of noise and movement. It was a good job that she was very wet, because even with just two fingers in her, she was tight. She has been doing a lot of Gym work recently. Had that strengthened her pelvic muscles? I didn't know, and I didn't really care. All that mattered was that she was tighter, and I was enjoying it.

"Fuck me."

She had surprised me again. When was the last time she had used that word, even in bed? I couldn't remember. But I liked it, I liked it a lot.

When I took my fingers out, she lifted her leg higher. My cock was quickly at her opening. I didn't waste any time pushing into her. As it went in, she gave a loud guttural sound. It was one I had never heard from her before.

"Fuck, that's a big cock."

It is. Nine inches of thick meat. But why had she said it? We have been fucking for ten years, and she now takes it for granted. However, it did make me feel proud.

I was now thrusting hard into her, and she was showing her appreciation by making lots of noise. This was special, better than our normal love making. Me being drink, and her being eager, was proving to be a winning combination.

"I'm nearly there," then she gasped, before adding, "Put a finger in, that will help me to come."

I was confused. There was only just enough room for my cock. And if I did manage to squeeze it in, then it would just get in the way while I fucked her. Then I realised where she wanted it. I couldn't believe it. It was something I have always wanted to do, but I had given up trying when she had told me once, in no uncertain terms, that her bottom was 'No Entry'. Was it my birthday? I had to think about it. No, that was next month.

Before she could change her mind, my finger was in her. It made her gasp.

"Now fuck me with it, while you fuck my cunt as well."

I was shocked. Cunt is a word she never uses. What had got into her? I had no idea, but I liked it. Then I groaned. I was being stupid. This was a drink induced dream, and I was suddenly going to wake up alone in the spare bedroom. However, if it was a dream, it was unlike any that I had ever had before. It was so real.

She was now getting what she had asked for. The full length of my cock in and out of her pussy, and my finger exploring her bottom.

"Oh fuck."

Then she climaxed. As her pussy tightened, it took me over the edge, and I then knew that I was really awake.

I grunted when I started to spurt into her. When I had finished, she was still going strong. Her body was rigid, and she was making strange whimpering sounds. It was only when I had pulled out of her that she relaxed. I then cuddled her, kissing her neck.

I whispered in her ear, "Wow!"

She didn't reply, but she did move away from me. I took the hint. She wanted to sleep. However, I wasn't sure that I could.

"I'm going downstairs, to watch a bit of TV."

While I was dressing, I decided that when I came back up I would sleep in the other room. I didn't want to disturb her. After giving me such good sex, it would be a shame to annoy her by waking her up.

It was five minutes before I found something I wanted to watch, and then even less time before I dozed off.

"Wake up."

I ignored her, hoping that she would go away. Then she started shaking me.

"Avril stop it."

I opened my eyes, and I was surprised to see that it was my Sister-in-law, and not my Wife, that was standing in front of me.

"Tina. What are you doing here?"

"Visiting my Sister," she then gave me a cheeky grin, before saying, "I am allowed to."

I sat up, and when I did, I groaned. My back was stiff. The sofa was OK, but it wasn't as comfortable as my own bed.

"I'm going to make myself a drink. Do you want one?"

"Black coffee please, and make it strong. I had a bit too much to drink last night."

I watched her as she walked away. My eyes were glued to her bottom. She was wearing tight fitting jeans, that looked as if they had been sprayed on. They say, 'If you have got it, then flaunt it'. She had certainly got it, and not just a peachy arse. She had it all.

When I first met Avril, I was twenty one and Tina was ten. She had been a little scrawny kid, with pigtails. She was now twenty two, and she had become a stunner. And she knew it!

She was now back, holding two mugs of steaming coffee. I took one from her, and then I sipped it.

"That is strong"

"It's what you asked for."

She then gave me a stern look, before wagging a finger at me.

"And you had better drink it."

I just smiled, and she smiled back.

Tina was a lot like Avril when she had been her age. The first time I had seen her, I wanted her. Big tits on a small frame, with a ripe bottom, was too much to resist. However, there was a subtle difference between the two of them. Whatever Avril has, Tina has it better. Slightly bigger tits, a narrower waist, and an extra few inches on her bottom. Both are attractive, but Tina has the edge over her Sister. That wasn't the only difference. Personality wise, they were chalk and cheese. Avril being a bit shy, and lacking in self-confidence. Tina the extrovert, afraid of nothing. I wished that Avril would be more like her Sister.

I then had a sudden thought.

"You had a lucky escape last night."

"What do you mean?"

"I was supposed to sleep in your room, but instead I went into the main bedroom."

"Why did you do that?"

I now wished that I hadn't started this conversation. I just grinned, hoping that she would understand, and drop the subject. I had gone in for sex, but I didn't want to tell her that.

"You wanted to fuck my big Sister."

I almost choked on my coffee, and she found it very funny.

"I'm an adult. I do know about sex," then she paused, before adding, "Did you?"

I wasn't going to answer that, so I just smiled. I was starting to feel uncomfortable.

"If you had come into my room, what would you have done?"

"Nothing, I would have realised that it was you, and I would have left."

"But would you have been able to tell the difference?"

I laughed, then I said, "Of course I would."

She then went to make herself another drink. While she was gone, I started thinking about what she had said. What if I had gone into the wrong room, and got into bed with my Sister-in-law? She would have woken up screaming, and Avril would have come into the room. I shuddered. That would be a difficult one to explain!

It was a while before she returned. She had made some toast.

"Help yourself."

I quickly ate a slice, then I took another.

"I need to warn you, before my Sister gets up."

I was puzzled. Warn me about what? Had I been sick in the bathroom? I didn't think so. I had been drunk, but not that drunk.

Then, hands on hips, and staring at me, she said, "She slept in the spare room. Because that's where you were supposed to sleep."

It took me a few seconds to work it out. Avril in the spare room, meant Tina in our bedroom. The room I had gone into last night. I looked at her to make sure she wasn't joking. I could tell she was deadly serious.

That would explain a lot. It had been different, but I hadn't tried to understand why. I had just enjoyed it.

"Congratulations. You can cross it off your Bucket List. You have slept with your Sister-in-law."

I didn't know what to say. I was dumbfounded.

"Aren't you going to say something?"

I mumbled, "Sorry."

Then I realised that it wasn't all my fault.

"Why didn't you stop me?"

"I was going to, but I liked the way you played with my nipple. It then got out of hand."

She then pointed to my crotch, before saying, "I'm glad I let you continue. That's a nice cock."

My head was now spinning, and not just because of what I had drunk last night.

"So what do we do about it?"

"We can tell my Sister, or we can pretend that it never happened."

I imagined us telling Avril, then I shuddered.

"So it's our little secret?"

When she nodded, I almost kissed her out of relief. But it wasn't our little secret, it was our big secret.

Half an hour later, Avril joined us. I got a big hug from her. It made me feel guilty.

"Thanks for sleeping downstairs."

That made me feel even guiltier.

"When I got in last night, Tina was coming out of the bathroom. She told me she was sleeping in our room. So I now had nowhere else to sleep, but downstairs."

I glanced at Tina, she nodded her approval of my made up story.

"She arrived late, after you had gone out. I wasn't expecting her, but it was a nice surprise."

While I showered, Avril cooked breakfast. It was ready when I came downstairs. We then ate together at the kitchen table.

Passing Tina some toast, Avril asked, "Did you sleep OK? That bed is a bit hard."

"Yes. It was hard, but that's how I like it. The harder the better."

She then squeezed my leg under the table. I quickly removed it. Thankfully, Avril hadn't noticed anything.

"I did have this amazing dream though."

I knew where this was going, so I didn't ask, but Avril did.

"What was it about?"

"A strong handsome man was ravishing me."

"That sounds like Andy."

Then she laughed, and Tina joined in. I did as well, but it was forced. My Sister-in-law was playing a dangerous game, and I didn't like it. Avril wasn't stupid. If she overplayed it, then her Sister would put two and two together, and come up with four.

"Did he have a big..."

Tina quickly said, "Yes," before her Sister could finish. That set them off again.

When they had finished, Avril said, "Then it must have been Andy."

They started again, and it was too much for me. I had to leave the room.

After lunch, Tina left. Avril wanted her to stay another night, but she said no. However, she did promise to come back soon.

I spent the rest of the afternoon in the garden, enjoying the nice weather, and reading 'The Day of the Jackal'. The story was gripping, but I had to keep stopping. I kept thinking about my Sister-in-law, and what we had done.

When I had entered the bedroom, I had been optimistic, but deep down I was expecting Avril to be annoyed, and to banish me to the spare room. But it was worth a try. However, she had responded, and in a way I had never expected. I had wanted a quick snack, but I had got a feast. It hadn't been our normal love making, it had been special. The problem was, it hadn't been my Wife in the bedroom, it had been my Sister-in-law.

But was it really a problem? I was never going to tell, and I couldn't believe that Tina would. It was our secret, never to be revealed. I just wished that I had known at the time that it was Tina. Not so that I could have stopped, but so that I could have enjoyed it more. I knew I should be feeling guilty, but I wasn't. Now that I had got over the initial shock of finding out that it was Tina rather than Avril, my only regret was that I hadn't done more with her. I would have enjoyed sucking on her big nipples, and getting my head between her legs so that I could lick her.

By the time I had finished reading, I had only got through sixty pages. But it wasn't a wasted afternoon. All that thinking about Tina had made me realise something. I wanted her again!

Two days later, we made love. It was nice, but nothing special. As I was fucking Avril, I kept thinking about her Sister, and comparing them. At one point I almost forgot who I was with, and I nearly called out my Sister-in-law's name. It was going to be a long time before I would be able to get Tina out of my head.

A month later, I got some good news.

"Just to let you know, my Sister is coming tomorrow."

"Is she staying over?"

I had made it sound casual, as if it was no big deal, but my heart was pounding.

"Yes, but just for one night."

I would like her to stay longer, but we could do a lot in one night, if she was willing, and we got the opportunity. Tomorrow was my Bowling night. I was still going to go, but this time I wouldn't be back too late, and I wouldn't be as drunk as last time.

My plan was to go into Tina's bedroom, and quickly get my hands on her. She would then be so overcome by lust, that she would let me fuck her. It wasn't subtle, and deep down I knew that it was risky. However, I couldn't think of a better way. She had responded to my touch last time, so surely she would do the same again?

This time Tina arrived early, before I had gone out. While she was talking to her Sister, I looked her over. She was wearing a top that pushed her big tits up, and exposed her midriff. This time a short skirt had replaced figure hugging jeans. Any shorter and I would have been able to see her knickers. That's assuming that she was wearing any! I was finding it difficult to keep my cock under control.

An hour later I was ready to leave.

"Don't forget. Tina is in the spare room."

"I know."

"And be quiet when you get in. I didn't sleep well last night. I'm hoping for a better one tonight."

I then had a brainwave. For me, they are few and far between, but this one was a beauty.

"Why don't you take some of your sleeping pills?"

She had got them six months ago, but had only needed to use them for a couple of weeks.

"That's a good idea. I might just do that."

"I'll get them for you."

It took me a while to find them. Then, to encourage her to take them, I put two of them, and a glass of water, on her bedside table. If she took them, and if Tina didn't reject me, then my plan would work. I was hopeful, but there were too many 'ifs' for my liking.

I left the bar after only having three drinks. That surprised my friends, and I got ribbed for leaving early. I was normally one of the last to leave. I was known as a heavy drinker, but one who could hold their beer. Next time I would have to stay late, and drink a lot. I had a reputation to maintain.

It was eleven thirty when I got home. The first thing I needed to do was to go to our bedroom, and see if she had swallowed the pills.

I was relieved to see that they were gone. But did that mean that she had taken them? She might have thrown them away. The glass was empty, and that was a good sign. I was going to assume that she had, until proved otherwise. Then I winced. The proof might be her coming into the spare room, while I was on top of her Sister.

The first part of the plan had worked, but would the second? There was only one way to find out. It was a short walk from the main bedroom to Tina's room, but it was long enough for me to go from being confident, to being apprehensive. When I pushed open the door, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.

I took my time undressing. I didn't want to wake her up until I was in bed with her. If I was careful, by the time she did wake, she would already be excited. Too early, and she might reject me.

I got into bed. She was on her side, facing away from me, and I was now snuggled up to her. I could feel the heat from her body on my naked chest. As before, I kissed her neck.

"That's nice," then she laughed, before adding, "I've been waiting for you."

I suddenly sat up, then she did as well. After reaching to the side, to turn the bedside light on, she turned to face me. She was grinning.

"And don't tell me you came into my room by mistake."

She must have read my mind, because I was going to, but now there was no point in saying it. It was best to just admit it, to brazen it out.

"What can I say? Last time was so good," then I gave her my best pleading look, before adding, "I wanted more."

I must have looked pathetic, because she laughed again. That hurt, she was mocking me.

"Sorry, I'll leave, but please don't tell Avril."

"I won't, but only if you stay."

I looked at her face, and when I realised she was being serious, I leant forward and kissed her. Just a quick peck on the cheek, to show my gratitude.

She shook her head.

"I want more than that from you."

This time when she laughed, I joined in.

"How did you know I was going to come to your room?"

She shrugged her shoulders, "Woman's intuition."

I wasn't buying that.

"Come on tell me."

"It was easy. Two things."

I waited for her to continue, but she made me ask.

I sighed, before saying, "What are they?"

"The way you looked at me when we were in the kitchen. Like a hungry dog standing over a juicy steak. You were either staring at my tits, or my bottom."

"Was it that obvious?"

"It was to me, but luckily for you, my Sister didn't seem to notice."

"Sorry. That little top, and short skirt, were just too much. I couldn't keep my eyes off you."

She then giggled.

"That's why I wore them."

I thought I had been in control, but it was really her that had been pulling all the strings.

"You said two things. So what's the other one?"