THE SISTER IN LAW BACK UP PLAN

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By the time we got to dessert we had both had a few glasses of champagne and were a bit tipsy.

I watched as Stacey forked a piece of chocolate cake into her mouth and moaned. The sound went immediately to my cock and I imagined it was me in her mouth and not cake. Then I thought of her licking chocolate off my hard on. I had been battling an erection for most of the evening.

It hadn't helped that when Stacey went to the ladies after our main that I could watch her juicy ass sashaying across the restaurant without being caught. The black clingy material of her dress was stretched nice and tight across her rear and I speculated whether she had panties on underneath. There were no visible lines at all. That made me think of her mommy pussy. Was she bare just a few feet away from me?

She's your sister in law, I reminded myself again.

But I realised then I was at least a little in love with Stacey too. As well as dirty thoughts over the years I had also entertained romantic feelings too I guess. She brought out the protector in me. It was hard for her bringing up the kids as a single mum, I admired her and respected her, and I sometimes had thoughts of what my life would be like if I had asked her out and not Lorna all those years ago. I had once imagined being comforted by Stacey after losing Lorna in some kind of accident. After a few months of suitable grief, we would comfort each other in bed.

Lorna and I had tried to get pregnant and had just finished a second round of IVF without results. It hurt and had placed a strain on our relationship but we loved each other and would get through. But there was something about Stacey being fertile and having brought two kids into the world that made her more womanly than Lorna, more mature somehow, even though she was actually two years younger than Lorna.

I was a terrible person to be even having these thoughts, I knew.

'Penny for your thoughts? You look miles away.'

'Sorry, Stace. I was just thinking about Lorna.'

She looked momentarily hurt, before smiling and covering my hand with hers across the table. Her fingers were warm and soft. I felt a pleasant spark with the contact.

'It sucks she has to work tonight,' she said. 'But her loss is my gain.'

She squeezed my hand. Was she flirting with me?

My gaze dropped to the creamy curves of her big tits, beautifully pressed together as they were, straining against the fabric. Were her nipples hard or was it just the clingy material?

'Eyes up here, buster.'

'Oh god, I'm sorry Stace. I just...sorry.' I was mortified.

She laughed. 'I'm flattered, honestly. And I did put this dress on after all. I guess I've not exactly hidden them away tonight, have I?'

Heat went to my face. And lower down as well. Now I imagined those beautiful breasts in my hands. Not for the first time, to be honest.

'Well it's a great dress, that much I can say.'

'Very diplomatic. And thank you. It's been a long time since I've had reason to get all dolled up.'

Her smile was warm but I thought there was a hint of sadness in her eyes.

'No-one special in your life at the moment?'

She played with those pretty little honey coloured twists of hair around her face. She really was beautiful tonight, her blue grey eyes popping with the makeup. But to be fair, she looked good in a zip-front sports bra and leggings too, with no makeup - another image of her I had wanked over.

'Not unless you count the kids. I don't have much time, and most guys aren't interested once they know I'm a single mum.'

'Those guys are idiots.'

Now I got her full wide smile which was impressive.

'What a charmer. I can see why my sister locked you down.'

It was my turn to laugh now.

We were definitely flirting with each other. It felt risky but it was also the most fun I'd had in ages. Lorna was very much on an even keel, whereas Stacey could go from one extreme to the other. When Stacey wasn't anxious, she was a really great person to be around. I ordered us another bottle of champagne. We could pick up the cars later.

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