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Wouldn’t it be life changing to be able to anticipate all the curveballs that life will throw at you in the future? To be able to anticipate or foresee future events would be so amazing, but that ability could also cause us to change our choices, which could in turn change the future events we foresaw, giving us yet an even different future. Yes, it’s very complicated. Makes you glad you can’t foresee the future, huh?

Am I trying to be some great philosopher? No! Like many others, I have had more than my share of curveballs thrown at me and some have hit me right in the face and damn did they hurt. We’re talking pain most people couldn’t even imagine. However, there have been some that came so far out of left field, so that I couldn’t even see them coming.

Meeting my wife was one of those. We met by complete accident and after our first date, we had sex almost every single day for the next six years. We had sex everywhere, in department store changing rooms, restaurant bathrooms, parks, movie theaters, her car, my car, our backyard, our pool, and the list goes on and on. Our sex life was the dream sex life, but then that fucking curveball came out of left field at about a thousand miles an hour.

Yip! The big “C”! It changed everything, except for how much we loved each other. Nothing was going to change that, but unfortunately our sex life went from A+++ to C- almost immediately and eventually went to F-. There was absolutely no one to blame, as way too many women can tell you, it just happened. There was no way to see it coming, but blame almost always raises its ugly head and in our case, my wife blame herself for our sex life being destroyed. At no point ever, did I blame her. That would just be wrong! My wife overcame her illness, but never recovered from the emotional and sexual image impact on her. Thus our sex life never recovered either.

Then one day I got hit in the face again with a curveball out of right field. My wife, told me to go have an affair with her sister, but to never ever tell her about it. Now, her sister, Yasmine, and I have always been good friends. We hit it off when we first met and I do consider her attractive, but my wife is absolutely beautiful. Of course I said no way! That just wasn’t an option for me, for a whole lot of reasons.

One, her sister was married, to an utterly pathetic moronic British guy. Hey, I have friends who are British and they are amazing, but this guy was a complete embarrassment to the country of England. Seriously!!! Two, Yasmine can be very naive, sometimes even a little clueless, and she actually believed her marriage was good. When in fact, her husband only married her for her money and every one else knew it. Yas was in deep denial.

Second, I didn’t see any way that Yasmine was going to be able to handle me fucking her brains out every day like I did my wife. Trust me, my wife was very good at fucking my brains out as well. It was my belief that I’d fuck Yasmine once and then she’d never let me fuck her again, because I fucked her unconscious. Yasmine was also the prude of the family.

My wife loved dressing in such a way that I could see her amazing huge nipples through her clothing and she rarely wore panties, giving me easy access to her very juicy pussy anytime I wanted it, and that was most of the time. Yasmine only wore padded bras and granny panties. I know this because I watched their house one time when they went on a short vacation and I went through her entire bra and panty drawer. Yes, I jacked off in several of her bras and panties and put them back.

Then another curveball came flying in, but we all anticipated it, we just weren’t sure exactly when it was coming. Yasmine finally got the nerve to kick her dumbass husband out and divorce him. Once the divorce was finally, my wife let me know that her sister was free and that I should go “hit that” ass and make it mine. Yes, my wife can be a bit crude at times. When we had sex everyday, her potty mouth could heat up our sexual desire. She even told me Yasmine would fall in love with my cock. Ok, so I had been thinking the exact same thing.

By this time I was definitely becoming more and more sexually frustrated, but I just couldn’t bring myself to go after Yasmine. As time went on however, I noticed Yasmine spending more time at our house or asking us or me to come over to her house. For me, it was mostly going over to help her with yard work and other things, but I clearly notice our friendship getting stronger and closer over time. I couldn’t help but wonder how much my was behind all this.

It all kind of peaked one day when I, out of sincere concern and friendship, asked Yasmine how she was doing and that’s when another curveball came in from nowhere and hit me right in the face. I was doing some yard work for her and she brought me some water.

“Thank you for doing this Mike. I really appreciate it.”

“It’s not that much work and I don’t mind helping you out whenever you need it.”

“Well, I know you are very kind to me and kadirli escort I wish there was a way I could repay you.”

“It’s really ok Yas! Not to pry, just asking as your friend and brother-n-law, how are you doing?”

She got a little sad and I almost thought she was going to cry.

“It’s been harder that I thought it would be Mike! I’m lonely and I fill my time with work and I don’t know how to date anymore and I just want to get laid!”

OK! I’ve already told you how I feel about Yasmine, but the second she said, “get laid” my cock went telephone pole on me. There was no warning that she was going to tell me, her brother-n-law, that she wanted to get fucked. Clearly my cock was ready and willing to make that sacrifice to make her happy again, but I kept it cool…as I could.

“I know the transition has had to be difficult and you know I’m here to help you in any way possible. You are my sister-n-law and my friend and I care about you a great deal Yas.”

“God you are so kind to me, Mike! My sister is so fucking lucky!”

Walking up to Yas, I gave her a hug and she wrapped her arms around me and hugged me back hard. It was as if she was clinging on to me for dear life. We stayed that way for about five minutes and then quickly broke it off when her best friend, Stacy, came into the back yard. I had met Stacy before.

“Hey you two! I didn’t mean to break up a moment.”

We all kind of laughed.

“You didn’t. Yas is just feeling down a bit and trying to remind her she still has a lot of people who care about her.”

“He’s right about that Yas. If you need anything, call me.”

“I know you guys and thank you for everything you do for me.”

I went back to work and Yas and Stacy went into the house to the living room to sit and chat. A few minutes later I had to go into the garage and went though the house, when I heard them talking a little loudly and their conversation made me stop. They clearly didn’t know I had come in and I was picking up the conversation midway.

“But Yas, you don’t need to find a guy, you already have one.”

“Who?”

“Mike!”

“What the hell, Stacy!”

“Listen! You and I both know you love Mike! Do not say you don’t! He clearly cares about you as well. And he’s a big guy so you know he’s got a big tool. You need to ride that stallion into the sunset!”

“STACY!!!”

“Do not tell me you haven’t thought about his big dick, Yas. I know you and I know you want to get laid and I know you want to get laid by that big dick. Am I wrong and don’t lie to me!”

There was complete quiet from Yas.

“Exactly, Yas!”

“But he’s my brother-n-law.”

“That lives three blocks away. Can you get anymore convenient than that? Hell no!”

“He would never have sex with me Stacy.”

“You don’t know that and if you continue to dress the way you do now, you’ll never find out. You gotta start showing some skin Yas. That means legs and tits.”

“I’m not a slut Stacy!”

“You seriously need to find the slut in you Yas. I didn’t say whore, I said slut. Just a little bit. I’m telling you, based on what you’ve told me about you sister’s health issues, that man will be all over you and will have you howling at the moon. Hell, I bet a million bucks he thinks a lot about riding you into the sunset.”

“You’re crazy, Stacy!”

“And you’re a chicken, a very lonely chicken!”

“That’s not nice to say.”

“Yas, you are my best friend and I love you deeply, but I’m not going to sit back and watch you miss out on an opportunity of a lifetime to get laid like you’ve never been laid before. Fuck that man’s brains out and he’ll be yours for life.”

“I don’t know how and I’m scared to death he won’t want me.”

“Come on! Let me show you how.”

I quickly went back outside and acted like I had been working the whole time they were talking. My heart was beating a million beats a second and I was even shaking a little. It was like my brain couldn’t or wouldn’t comprehend all that I had just heard. Was Yas actually going to try to seduce me into bed with her? Was I about to get what I’ve wanted for years?

They were in the dining room at the table and I went and told Yas I needed to go get some stuff and would be back tomorrow and said bye to Stacy. All I could think about the rest of the day and night was fucking Yas’s brains out for hours and hours. It was driving me crazy. When I went over to Yas’s house the next morning, I went straight to work. Around 8:00 am she brought me out some water and we chatted for a bit. Everything seemed pretty normal for the rest of the day.

The next day started out the same, but Stacy showed up around 9:00 am. She had several bags with her that looked liked upper scale clothing store bags. They were in the living room for a little while, but then I heard them moving around in Yas’s bedroom. Her bedroom had sliding glass doors that faced the backyard where I was working. I wanted to get closer, so I could hear, but I kadıköy escort knew that could be dangerous. They were in there for almost two hours and that made my imagination go even crazier.

About three hours later, I saw Stacy leave and not too long after, Yas brought me some water. She was dressed in her normal clothing. As crazy as it sounds, I found myself hoping she would be dressed in some sexy outfit. My feelings were starting to get to me, because I was disappointed when she didn’t. We chatted for a bit.

“How was your visit with Stacy?”

“It was good. She’s a very good friend, the best.”

“She seems to really care about you.”

“Yeah, she does. She really likes you too.”

“Me? Why’s that?”

“She thinks you’re a really good guy. And she’s right.”

“She clearly has good taste in picking her close friends and is very lucky to have you as one.”

“Ah! Thank you Mike!”

“You really are a good woman Yas. You deserve a man who will love you and take care of you.”

“She’s helping me work on that.”

“Do you have someone in mind?”

“She does, but I’m just not sure if he’ll truly love me for who I am.”

“He’s an idiot if he doesn’t! You truly are amazing!”

I thought she was going to cry, so I hugged her and she hugged me back hard. Hold her head against my chest, I kissed her on her head for a minute.

“I’m sure the guy will see the amazing you and will love you deeply.”

As timing would have it, Stacy came out as we were hugging and made a wise crack.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt an intimate moment.”

Stacy gave me that “you know you want to fuck her” look.

“Very funny Stacy! Let’s go inside.”

Yas literally grabbed Stacy’s arm and quickly pulled her into the house. They went and sat on the couch in the living room and I snuck inside just enough to hear their conversation.

“Ok, Stacy! I need Mike to fuck my brains out! How do I get him to fuck me unconscious!”

“Woe girl!!! Calm down!”

“I need him to fuck me for hours!”

“And if you go rushing in like some tramp whore, you’ll screw it all up. You need finesse, along with the right bra and panties and outerwear.”

“What did you bring me?”

“We’ve isolated some clothes from your current collection that you are to start wearing. You can ONLY wear those clothes. I’ve got three more outfits here with the proper bras and panties to go with them. It’s not about slutty, it’s about classy with a touch of slutty mixed in. Once he sees you, he’ll definitely want to take it all off and fuck your brains out.”

“So, I’m dressing classy slutty, just so he can take it all off?”

“You did just tell me you need him to fuck you unconscious.”

“Oh! That’s right! OK! I get it!”

“Good! Now, let’s go try these on.”

They got up and I went back outside to work. I had absolutely no idea what their plan was, but my cock was beyond anxious to find out. About an hour later Yas came out and brought me lunch. We sat at her patio table and Yas sat down right beside me and we talked while we ate.

“Looks like Stacy brought you some presents.”

“Oh, she just thought I needed to update my summer outfits. She thinks I dress too plain.”

“That’s kind of funny, because your sister tells me that all the time.”

She laughed out loud at that.

“I really like your laugh Yas. It’s nice to hear you being happy.”

“I’m always happy when I with you Mike. You make me feel happy.”

“Your friendship is very important to me Yas.”

“Me too!”

We looked deep into each others eyes and all you could see was pure lust.

“Maybe you’d like to see a couple of my outfits?”

“Um, sure! If you don’t mind showing me.”

“I’d really love your opinion!”

“Ok! Let the fashion show begin.”

Yas literally ran inside and about ten minutes later came out in a beautiful blue summer dress that was short for Yas. The hem hit her mid thigh and the top was semi low cut, again for Yas. She clearly had on a pushup bra on that was obviously not padded, because it gave me a very good look at her rock hard nipples. Yes, my cock went instant telephone pole. I was saved by my baggy shorts.

“Oh my god, Yas! You look amazing! You really do. Whoever the guy is that you like, is going to love you in that dress!”

Yas started to tear up.

“What’s wrong Yas!”

“No one has told me I’m beautiful in a very long time.”

“But you are beautiful Yas! You always have been! You just allowed an idiot to make you think you’re not. Show me your next outfit.”

Yas went back in the house and changed. She came out in this amazing red knit dress that fit her body, not tight, that also hit her mid thigh and had a low cut top. It showed off the curves of her body and the shelf bra made her tits bulge out so you saw her beautiful cleavage, which she would never show before.

She spun around like a model and was laughing. It was so great to see kağıthane escort Yas happy, really feeling good about herself.

“Damn your beautiful, Yas! You really look amazing!”

“Do you really mean that, Mike?”

“Hell, yeah! I don’t who this guy you’re chasing is, but I sure would like to be in his shoes.”

“You really know how to make me feel special. I love you so much for that. Let me show you one more outfit.”

By this time, my cock was throbbing so hard, it felt like it was about to burst. It was so hard it actually hurt. Yas came back a few minutes later in skirt and pullover knit blouse. The skirt was even shorter than the dresses she showed me, not miniskirt short, but short and the blouse fit her body. She had on her shelf bra and the blouse showed then off magnificently. Her nipples were hard as rocks and were desperately trying to rip through her blouse. She walked right up to me and stepped up on a mound of dirt in front of me. It put us eye to eye, which meant I got a close up view of her rock hard nipples.

“What do you think, Mike?”

“Holy shit, Yas! You look fucking amazing! I love this new look for you. You are going to have all the guys after you.”

“Thank you for saying that, but I only have eyes for one guy and I just hope he loves me as much as I love him.”

“And he’s the luckiest guy on the fucking planet! He should be shot if he doesn’t love you.”

“You really think I’m sexy don’t you?”

“Because you are Yas! Your new look shows off your body and all your assets. I’m completely jealous of the guy you’re after.”

“You don’t have to be Mike!”

“Why’s that?”

“Because I did all of this for the one man I love more than any man I’ve ever known. I just don’t know if he loves me back just as much.”

“There’s only one way to find out, Yas. You just have to ask him and if he doesn’t, kick him in the balls for being a complete and utter retard idiot.”

“OK! I will! Mike! Do you love me as much as I love you?”

I was completely fucking speechless! I desperately tried to say something, but all that came out was babble. I was about to freak out and then my cock began throbbing.

“FUCK IT!!!”

I grabbed Yas into my arms and I kissed her hard and deep. She wrapped her legs around my waist, arms around my neck and we attacked each others mouths for over twenty minutes. Finally, I move my hands down and grabbed her ass and she squealed into my mouth. I didn’t feel any panties, so I decided to be very bold and moved my hands under skirt and sure enough, my hands were filled with her bare ass.

“Take me in the house and fuck my brains out Mike! Show me how much you love me and I’ll show you the same.”

For the next four hours, Yas and I attacked each other all over her bed. There wasn’t one millimeter of her body that I didn’t either kiss, lick or touch and I quickly discovered just how amazing Yas tasted. I ate her to orgasm, fingered her to orgasm, fucked her to orgasm and she sucked me to orgasm, rode me to orgasm and fucked me to orgasm. When we finished we both laid there, her on top of me, completely exhausted, but with my cock still buried deep inside her. We just laid there, holding each other tight, kissing each other hard.

“Does this mean you love me as much as I love you?”

“I’ve always love you, Yas. From the first time I met you. Yes! I love you more than you can know!”

“I have always loved you too, but didn’t realize how much till after my divorce and then all I wanted was you and realized I have always wanted you. I was deathly afraid you didn’t or wouldn’t love me the same way.”

I rolled us over, keeping my cock inside her, and began slow fucking her while we talked. She spread her legs wide open and then wrapped them around my waist.

“You don’t even know how many times I wanted to kiss you and tell you that I love you, but couldn’t risk the devastation of you not loving me the same way.”

“Are you really going to slow fuck me while we talk?”

“My cock won’t let me stop fucking you! Want me to stop?”

“Only if you want to get kicked in the balls. Isn’t that what you told me to do to the guy?”

We both laughed and I continued to bury my cock deep in her tight, unused cunt, and then pull it out, just to the point where my cock head was still inside her and then slowly bury in deep inside her.

“Can’t you fuck and talk at the same time, Yas?”

“It’s a little difficult when you’re being fucked by a telephone pole.”

She grabbed my face and kissed me hard and we fucked each other hard for another thirty minutes, ending with both of us having massive explosions. Once we recuperated, we jumped into the shower together and fucked one last time and then cleaned each other and then I went home. Luckily my wife had late meetings, so she didn’t even know I came home later than usual. My cock stayed hard all night long. When I showed up at Yas’s house the next morning, she was up and waiting for me.

“Are you ready for breakfast?”

“Sure! What’s on the menu?”

“Me of course! Now come get me!”

Yas only had on this sexy see through nighty and I walked over to her, picked her up, took her to her dinning room table, laid her on the table, sat in the chair and devoured her cunt until she screamed and exploded all over my face and in my mouth.

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