“Rich is here” my wife shouted from downstairs.
“I’m working in the study.” I replied. I looked out of the study window down to the drive as Rich pulled up in his Porsche 911, spraying gravel everywhere. He hopped out and walked to greet my wife, leaving his own wife, Michelle to exit the low slung sportscar by herself. I watched as Michelle swung her legs out of the passenger side, swivelling in the seat like a model with her knees together. Even so, her black ribbed knit dress rode up, exposing her thighs above her over-the-knee black suede boots. She stood up elegantly, smoothed the dress down her long legs and closed the car door.
I had fancied my sister-in-law; Michelle, from the first time I had met her. She had married my wife’s brother, Dick. Dick, by name and dick by nature! He was a total tool, made worse by the fact he’d recently come into money and started to adopt the swagger of someone who knows how the world works and has to spend his time informing the “little people” of their mistakes.
Rich bounced into the hallway and hugged his sister before shouting a greeting up to me. My wife: Sandy, made my apologies and offered him and Michelle a hot drink.
“I’ll take one, Michelle never does.” He stated directly. “I need to have a chat with you, can we go in the garden to speak?” He asked.
“Of course.” My wife replied.
“Good. ‘Chelle, go up and speak to Dave in his “Study”. Show him the new watch I just bought ya.” Dick emphasised the word Study to imply it was nothing of the sort and that he knew I just wanted to avoid him.” Which was all true, except that I did work from home.
I heard Dick and Sandy exit into the garden and Michelle alight the stairs to my Study.
“Hi,” I said awkwardly as she entered the small room that still bore the wallpaper of a child’s bedroom.
Michelle looked around and then over to me before smiling. “Can Rich hear us from the garden?”
I was puzzled. “Er, no. Why do you ask?”
“You’re a lawyer, aren’t you?” she enquired further.
“Yes, although I tend to specialise in corporate matters, if you were thinking of asking me to represent you in a divorce from Dick!” I responded.
Michelle didn’t rise to this. “I need to you to read this quickly.” With that she unzipped one of her boots and an A4 envelope slipped from around her shin. She handed it to me.
“What’s this?” I enquired, opening the envelope, and pulling out about 35 pages of a legal document.
“I’m not sure, but I don’t think it’s good news.” Michelle replied. “I can’t let Dick know I’ve got it. We went to a solicitor today and he asked me to sit in the car before he came out with this in his hand.”
“I can’t review this in 5 minutes.” I replied. “It’s some form of contract, but it’s pretty obscure at first glance.”
Michelle was clearly rattled and looked over her shoulder furtively. “Can you copy it?” She asked.
“Er, yes. The photocopier should be able to deal with that much.” I stood and moved to the copier.
Michelle looked at me again. “I’ll do anything to know what’s happening.” She said in a low voice.
I instinctively reached for my crotch and straightened my growing boner. I put the contract in the photocopier and pushed start. Turning to Michelle I said “Well my fees are normally pretty high, but I’m happy to waive them for you. Maybe you could entertain me whilst it’s printing?”
Michelle smiled “What did you have in mind?”
“Well I’d love to see what you have under that dress?” I replied with a smile.
“Rich told you, didn’t he?” she said, suddenly annoyed.
“Told me what? You know I never talk to the dickhead” I replied.
“Oh well, it’s a small price to pay.” Michelle said before lifting the bottom of the dress from her knees to above her breasts.
“Fuck me!” I said under my breath. Michelle stood before me holding her dress up to her chin. She wore no underwear at all. Her breasts were the perky mounds of a model and her pussy was shaved completely. The lips of her pussy were on show, but neat, like a young girl.
“Satisfied?” she asked, before pulling the dress down to her knees and smoothing it with her hands.
“I, I, I didn’t realise you wore nothing beneath your dress.” I stammered apologetically.
“Yes, well, Rich has his demands.” Michelle said, looking down to the floor of the Study.
“What do you mean?” I queried
“The arrangement is that I wear no underwear, unless by agreement” she stated.
“And in return?” I asked as a natural lawyer.
“Rich takes care of me.” She replied, lifting her eyes to look directly into mine. “But I’m worried he’s got himself involved in something fishy and won’t be able to look after me much longer.”
“…and that’s why you want me to review the contract?” I said as the photocopier finished its task.
“Yes.” Michelle said, taking the originals, checking their order and placing them back in the envelope.
I took the copies and placed them in the drawer of my desk before stepping towards Michelle. For the first time I was close enough to smell her. Her body was lightly scented mixed with a slight amount of musk borne of nerves.
I kneeled down and took the envelope from her hands, unzipping the side of her boot and placing the document inside before zipping it back up. I let my hands trace up her leg and under her dress.
Michelle put her hands down on top of the dress to stop my hands, then moved them to run her fingers through my hair. I continued to lift her dress again, exposing her thighs and then her pussy. She pulled my head close to her body. My hands reached her waist before I let them move to the tops of her buttocks. I pulled her to my face and smelt her heat for the first time. Michelle didn’t move her hands from my hair, instead she directed me towards her snatch just as she stepped her feet apart. I took my right hand from her buttock and swept the fingers up the inside of her legs, stopping at her crack. I heard Michelle gasp before I slipped the index finger between the lips of her pussy.
I looked up at her and her head was back, and she leaned against the door frame. I pushed my finger into the moist purse of her cunt and let it explore the folds of wet skin. I rubbed my thumb against her clit, which was as hard as an acorn now.
“Oh, fuck yes.” I heard Michelle moan.
I stood up and took her by the hand to the spare bedroom. This had the benefit of a window that overlooked the garden where Dick and his sister were deep in conversation. I pushed Michelle onto the bed and lifted her legs, parting them to reveal my objective.
I think she expected me to go down on her, instead I pulled down my jeans and underpants and took my cock in my hand as I firmly pressed it into her cunt. She looked at me in shock before closing her eyes and lifting her arms above her head.
Time dictated that this would not be a loving and balanced fuck. We were both concerned that our respective partners would come back in any moment, but I fully intended to empty myself in her before that moment.
I rammed into Michelle from the outset. She bit down on a knuckle to stifle her moans and cries. I leaned in and whispered in her ear “I’ve wanted this since I met you. Now open your fucking legs.”
Michelle pulled her dress up higher and splayed her legs like a ballet dancer. She pulled my head down to her and whispered back “Fuck me like the whore I am. I’ve wanted you too.”
I casually looked to the garden to see both Dick and Sandy standing up and moving towards the back door. I was perhaps a minute off coming. Nothing for it now. I dropped Michelle to the floor and pumped into her as hard as I could. She wanted to cry out, but I put my hand over her mouth. As the back door opened, I came in Michelle in an explosion of come.
I knelt up and then stood up quietly, leaving my engorged cock dibbling with come and pussy juices. Michelle lay on the floor with her legs apart, come dribbling down the crack of her arse. I reached down to help her up. At which point I heard my wife coming upstairs….