Surrounded Ch. 03

"Uh, c'mon." Katie muttered under her breath. Amanda glanced at her and rolled her eyes.

"I'll just have the, uh, sirloin. 6 ounces. Medium well." I said, distracted. Elise took down the order and turned to Katie.

"I'll just have the Italian salad." Katie said.

"That's my favorite." Elise chirped. "We make a homemade dressing here. It's awesome."

"Good. I'm sure you know the sacrifices a girl has to make to stay trim." Katie began. "If we have to eat salads all the time, the least you can ask for is that it tastes good."

"Tell me about it." Elise replied amiably. "The last thing I need is to be surrounded by food when I'm trying to stay in good shape. Between this and the hotel, I barely have time to get to the gym."

"You work two jobs?" Katie asked.

"Uh, yeah. I work some shifts over at one of the hotels downtown when I have days off from here. It pays the bills, but it, uh, keeps me busy." Elise replied. She glanced at Amanda, seeing if she was ready to order, but she was still looking at the menu.

"You could learn something from her." Amanda joked without looking up from her menu. She glanced up just in time to see Katie give her the finger. Amanda smiled, and the waitress laughed nervously.

"I don't work." Katie explained. "My boyfriend spoils me." she added, glancing at me, giving Elise the message. "I'm guessing that reeks hell on your dating life."

"You have no idea. I haven't had a good... uh, date in awhile. And besides, you know what they say, all the good ones are taken." Elise replied casually.

"Tell me about it." Katie replied with a wicked smile, glancing at the waitress. The waitress blushed nervously.

"A burger sounds really good right about now." My wife spoke up, unaware of the communications going on between Katie and our pretty waitress. Amanda explained how she wanted her burger.

"Great." Elise said, pocketing our order. "I'll be back with your wine." she added, stepping away.

Me, Katie, and Amanda fell into a conversation about their visit with their parents, and I mostly stayed quiet and listened, partially because that's what good husbands do while when their wife has a lot to say, and also due the fact that Katie's bare foot was slowly, agonizingly stroking my cock through my pants. Slowly. Insistently. It was hard to stay focused on the conversation. I looked over at Katie, biting her lip, unable to hide her wicked smile as she focused on pleasuring me.

"So Aunt Gladys didn't leave a will." Amanda began, talking about her now late aunt, whose death had spurred this trip back home. "So most of our time was spent at her lake-house, cleaning it out, donating stuff to charity."

"We did take some good stuff." Katie interjected, digging a bit deeper into my cock with her foot.

"Well, I know it sounds bad, but it was kinda a lot of fun picking stuff out to take." Amanda began, "but despite everything, she did have a lot of interesting things at her place."

"Like what?" I asked. As I did, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. As I listened to my wife, I slipped my hand into my pocket and took at my phone. I glanced at it and saw that I had a text from Katie. I glanced at her as my wife kept talking, and her smooth lips curled wickedly. The text had only three words.

"Take it out"

As soon as my wife glanced away, I looked at Katie pointedly, wordlessly asking if she was serious. But the glint in her eye told me she was. Without letting my wife see, I shook my head slightly. Her eyes narrowed and her foot dug into my jean-covered dick firmly, annoyed that I dare disobey one of her commands. Such entitlement. Such arrogance. God, this woman knew what I liked.

Knowing it was a phenomenally stupid thing to do, I pushed myself a little closer to the table. As my wife droned on about who knows what, I let one hand fall to my lap, and gulping deeply, not believing I was actually about to do this, I unbuttoned my jeans and lowered my zipper. Katie's foot dug deeper, eager to have her bare foot against my bare cock. Katie smiled wickedly as we shared this moment, my wife of course not noticing a thing. I reached into my pants and underwear and took a grasp of my throbbing cock. Having to shift my entire body to allow my cock to get freedom, I did so slowly, afraid this motion would be too obvious for any idiot not to notice. But not my wife, who kept speaking, smiling naively as she powered through her conversation. But now, my cock was under the table, exposed to the air, and very soon, my sister-in-law's insistent foot. I grunted as Katie jammed her foot into my shaft, and smiling evilly at me, her foot stroked my thick cock.

I was barely listening to my wife, looking at her but not paying attention. I was biting my lip, sweat forming on my brow as Katie's bare foot brought me more pleasure than my wife's vagina ever had. This situation was so wrong. So evil. So hot. It was a wonder no one had noticed.

I glanced around the room, and saw that the only one who seemed to be looking at us was our waitress, Elise. As soon as I looked over at her, she looked away, hoping not be caught. Katie was right. Elise knew the score. She knew exactly what was going on here.

I had to wonder what she thought of what she saw. She knew who each of us were, she knew I was married to Amanda, but fucking Katie, my wife's older sister. To most people, they would be revolted by this. How nasty can two people so blatantly flaunt their affair in front of the wronged party? How arrogant can these two be? She watched the situation, a huge-titted, hard-nippled, gorgeous slut, clearly using her foot to pleasure her hunky brother-in-law, clearly distracting him, clearly stealing his attention from his plain, droning wife. It should be obvious that she would notice something, but she was too naïve to see the truth. These two nasty, filthy lovers were flaunting their affair and the wife was too stupid to notice. They could get away with almost anything and the wife would never know. They could practically get naked and fuck on the table, like they clearly wanted to, and the wife would find a way to misunderstand it. She was practically begging for something like this to happen. She was begging for her husband to cheat on her. You almost couldn't blame the husband for doing it. The busty, slutty sister-in-law was clearly so much better than the plain, boring, stupid wife. If you could get away with an affair with someone so clearly hot... so blatantly slutty... with such enormous, firm, round breasts, why wouldn't you?

The fact that the waitress wasn't disgusted by what me and Katie were doing told me she was on our side. Katie's instant evaluation was completely right. Elise was a slut in waiting. And by studying Katie, she was watching a master at work.

For a few minutes, I just smiled and nodded at my wife as her hotter older sister took me to the edge with her foot as she smiled smugly. This went on for a bit before Katie spoke up.

"Did you ever go to the lake-house, Matt?" she asked perkily.

"Uh, what? Uh, um, no I never went there." I stammered, unsure of what Katie was getting at.

"Oh, luckily, I took some pictures." Katie said, her eyes flashing at me. Before I could react, Katie removed her foot from my cock and stood up. For a moment, the fog of pleasure left my head. That was until Katie sauntered over to me, phone in hand, her boobs jiggling as she moved. She kneeled next to me so she could show me these pictures.

"Here, take my phone, babe." she whispered, handing her phone to me. This freed herself so she could maneuver herself in just the right way to get in the best position to really show off these pictures on her phone. To do so, she first shoved her tits in my face. She put one arm around my shoulders and leaned into me, so even though I had her phone in front of me in my hands and she was standing at my side, her tits were so big, they obstructed my vision. They jutted out under my chin, her line of soft, deep cleavage drawing my hungry gaze. I couldn't help but consume their round shape, practically bursting from her top, yearning to be free. The scent from her perfume and her pheromones from deep in her cleavage made me shiver with lust. My sister-in-law's jiggling tits were a feast for all senses.

But Katie wasn't close to being done.

Katie made sure her little sister's attention was focused on the phone and her hubby. And not on Katie's free hand, so she wouldn't notice her hand snake into my lap. If she did happen to notice, she would probably just think she had her hand was on my thigh. A bit intimate for two in-laws, but still justifiable. I had no question where her hand was going, but I couldn't help but jerk a bit when I felt my sister-in-law's fingers snake around my pulsing shaft.

"You got a good grip on that?" Katie whispered hotly, gripping my cock.

"Uh yeah, I got it." I stammered, holding up the phone, glancing at my wife to make sure she didn't notice anything. She simply smiled at us. I had to stop from rolling my eyes at her. How could she not notice this stuff?

"Take a look." Katie said, taking the opportunity to give my cock one firm stroke.

"Aaah, hmpgh!" I said, turning a groan of pleasure into a cough so my wife wouldn't notice. With Katie guiding me to the correct set of photos, I waited for them to load, expecting to see a picture of a nice house on the lake.

That is not what I saw.

The first picture I saw was a self-picture of Katie, of course, lifting a tight top over her massive breasts, flashing the viewer her juicy jugs.

"Uh, wow." I said in awe. It had only been a week or so since I had seen those tits, but God it felt so right to see them again. They always seemed even more massive than I remembered. So round, and full, and perky, nipples rock hard. All of this was set off by her stupidly flat belly and smooth, tan skin. She was fucking perfect.

"Nice huh?" Amanda asked, thinking we were looking at the nice lake house.

"Yeah." I croaked out. "They, uh, it's perfect."

"Keep looking." Katie said quietly into my ear, giving my cock a rewarding stroke. I swiped my finger on the screen, scrolling to the next picture.

The next picture was of Katie in a slinky black dress, hugging her lush frame. It was low-cut, of course, barely containing her massive rack. She was posing hotly, her long legs exposed, looking firm in her high heels. Katie felt my cock jump in her hand. She gave me another, slow agonizing stroke.

The next photo was another self-shot, Katie with her back to the mirror, wearing a black g-string and nothing else. This allowed the photo to show off her smooth, firm, tight body, her sexy tan flesh and the ripe jutting cheeks of her fucking perfect ass. I loved this look on a girl. Such a relaxed, simple yet sexy look. Using a small piece of fabric to highlight some of her best features. So many times I've seen this kind of outfit on my busty sister-in-law, sliding out of bed after a rough fuck session, slipping on a thong as she sauntered around, driving me wild.

I scrolled to the next photo and I gulped. It was a full-on view of Katie's ass. She was on all fours, naked, ass-cheeks spread, showing off her asshole and pussy to me.

"Tasty looking, huh?" she asked. Katie's hand was now soaked with pre-cum as her hand slowly stroked my dick.

"Yeah." I grunted.

"What?" Amanda asked.

"Oh, it's a picture of us at dinner." Katie said.

"Oh yeah, that was good." Amanda chirped naively.

"It sure was." Katie smiled wickedly.

"Budge over, let me see." Amanda said, moving to stand.

"Uh, be patient sis. Jesus." Katie said, quickly annoyed. Amanda scrunched her eyes at her sister and sat back down, hurt and annoyed by this brush-off.

I scrolled to the next picture. It was Katie and Amanda on the beach, clad in swimsuits, posing together. The picture almost made me laugh. There was just no contest between the two. Katie was just totally blowing my wife away here. Amanda was dressed economically, wearing a simple black one-piece, a pair of shorts over them, a pair of bulky sunglasses and a big hat to make sure she did not get sunburned. She was not dressed to impress. She was dressed like a cute mom taking her kids to the beach. A cute mom who stumbled on a bikini model.

Katie's body was just ridiculous. Standing next to a woman with such a feeble body only highlighted Katie's more. Amanda was dressed to protect. Katie was built to attract. Katie was dressed to make men want to fuck her hard and fill her up with cum. Her bikini was tiny. It was a sky blue number, with tiny patches stretched to the max to cover her tits, and tiny bottoms to cover her cunt. It didn't look like a thong bikini, but I'm sure Katie's bikini bottoms were as tiny as she could get away with without being seen as indecent. This bikini showed off her body like she was built to wear it, showcasing her massive round breasts, flat, fit belly, long, smooth legs, perfect tan. It was like a bikini model was taking a picture with some pathetic woman who idolized her. Both were smiling, Amanda in her naive happiness, and Katie smiling that insidious smile of superiority and arrogance that always makes my cock throb.

And it was throbbing as my slut sister-in-law kept pumping my shaft under the table.

"Amazing." I mumbled.

"Great, huh?" Amanda asked.

"Perfect." I replied, barely paying attention.

"Well, we still own the place. Maybe we can visit sometime." Amanda said.

"I can't wait to, uh, experience it." I said. I could feel Katie smile.

"Hey sis." Katie began, her busy hand still hidden to my sister. "You should go grab those photo albums you grabbed from Gladys's place."

"Oh, it can wait till later." Amanda said. "I don't want to get food on them."

"Oh, c'mon, sis." Katie pled. "I bet Matt is really interested in seeing them. Dying to see them. They're packed full, I bet he really wants to set his eyes on them."

I glanced at Katie's jiggling cleavage.

"Uh, okay, I guess." Amanda replied. She was so naïve to the obvious sexual tension between me and her older sister, but even she could notice the odd wording of Katie's statement. But Amanda didn't think twice about it. She took a sip of her drink, pushed back, and stood up.

"I'll be back in a minute." she said with a smile. Me and Katie watched her turn and walk away, and as soon as she was out of sight, we could finally let our guard drop slightly.

"Fuck, Katie." I whispered, my head falling back.

"You like that?" Katie said, her stroking becoming more vigorous. Not too obvious as to gather attention, but if anyone was looking, they would probably know what's up. "You like your sister-in-law stroking your cock in front of your idiot wife? My dumbass little sister?"

"Fuck yeah, I do." I grunted out quietly, looking around to make sure no one noticed.

"Matt," Katie began, whispering in my ear. "You have no idea what I'm gonna do to you. What I'm gonna make you do to me..." She paused again. "Look at my lips." I glanced up, at her plump, glossy lips.

"These lips, your wife's older sister's lips, will be wrapped around your fat shaft as soon as I get the chance. And then..." she whispered huskily, her hand speeding up. "I will force your thick, pulsing cock into my bare... naked... wet... tight... filthy cunt."

"Oh God." I moaned to myself, a shiver of lust coursing through me.

"Then, I will bury your shaft into my sweet, tight asshole." she continued. "I haven't had sex in a week. Do you know how hard that is for a girl with this kinda body?" she paused again, and I shivered. "I will drain a week's worth of cum from your balls until they are completely empty. And you will give me every orgasm I deserve, every orgasm you owe me, all the cums I need to make up for lost time, until your marital bed, the bed you share with my sister, is soaked with my cum."

"Oh fuck!" I groaned, ready to cum as Katie stroked my dick furiously, trying to get me off. My neck tightened and my head fell against Katie's massive breasts. My eyes flicked open as Katie gave me longer, slower, firmer strokes, and I looked up just in time to see Elise, our waitress, standing directly in front of us. She was wordless, almost gawking at us.

Katie took great joy in making what she was doing obvious to our pretty waitress. Her arm motions became more pronounced, she added a bit more swivel to her torso, causing her breasts to really jiggle. The waitress saw her pumping her fist in my lap, and my head rolling in pleasure. Only an idiot wouldn't put the pieces together.

Elise was rooted to the spot, blushing but unable to look away. She wasn't panting with pleasure from the blatant eroticism of the situation, but she was not disgusted by this either.

"Go ahead, Elise." Katie said with a wicked smile.

"Uh..." Elise stammered, "Your, uh, food is here." she finished, gesturing to the tray of food next to her.

"Go ahead." Katie repeated. "Serve us."

I glanced at the waitress. She tried to do her job, but she couldn't stop looking at us. If my mind was clear, I would be petrified, but somehow, the naughtiness of this, doing something so filthy in public, was a huge turn-on. I watched as the waitress set the food on the table, first Katie's salad at her seat, followed by my wife's burger. Katie knew Elise was delaying putting food in front of me, but she kept stroking me, waiting for her to approach. Finally, Elise grabbed my plate and moved towards us. As she got next to Katie to set my plate down, Elise finally just had to look down. Katie pulled my cock forward from under the table, showing off my married dick to the waitress. For a second, she was fiercely riveted to the sight, my sister-in-law's hand furiously stroking my thick shaft, now coated with my pre-cum. Katie looked at the younger woman, gauging her reaction. Elise studied it for a few moments before her eyes flicked upward. This caught Katie's attention, and she met Elise's gaze, revealing that Elise had noticed my wife re-entering the building. Katie finally had to stop, pulling her soaked hand from my lap before Amanda noticed. Katie stood up straight, re-pocketing her phone and moving back to her side of the table.

"Enjoy your meal." Elise stammered nervously, stepping back.

"I will." Katie said confidently. Elise turned and walked away quickly.

"Mmmm, this looks good." Amanda said, taking her seat, setting down and album between us.

"Sure does." Katie said. I looked up, just in time to see her stick her finger in her mouth, gathering my cum along her tongue. I shivered, and my wife was oblivious.

"I am so hungry." Amanda began, about to grab the burger and take a bite, when her phone beeped, telling her she had a text. She set her burger down and retrieved her phone.

"Uh, it's Michelle. I love the girl, but she has been texting me all the time since I left. I wish she had found something better to do when I was gone." Amanda said off-hand.

I gulped. Michelle had been very busy during her absence.

"Did you meet up with her?" Amanda asked. "She said something like she had met up with you. Like you shared a glass of wine?" she asked. Katie looked at me, trying to ascertain the situation, a hint of suspicion in her eyes. A shot of panic ran through me, but I thought fast.

"Uh, yeah, I went to get a drink after work and ran into her there, so I bought her a drink. That's it. Nothing much." I said.

"Oh. That's nice." Amanda said with a smile.

I glanced at Katie, and saw that her look of suspicion had passed. She didn't suspect anything about the second affair I had been carrying out. But if something as off-hand as this comment made her suspect something, I knew I had to be careful, not give Katie any reason to suspect a thing.

"Ugh, I don't get why you like that girl. Her goody-goody act irritates the shit out of me. There's something up with her." Katie replied.