Mom: if you do it now we will be caught.Me: I said no problem and starts to press her boobs and vagina.Mom: no, no.Me: for leaving you now you have to...help me.Mom: what?Me: I want to fuck your sister like you.Mo;m: what the fuck??Me: otherwise I will show all the videos and pictures to dad and upload on the internet.She was unable to answer and she agreed for help to me fuck her sister and I made her sit in the kitchen and I start to lick her pussy. She was enjoying but unable to moan and I. ”We made love that night and she seemed more eager than normal, as if she was trying to convince me and reassure me of her love. Of course, I enjoyed it, but it wasn’t needed. I loved her, and she loved me. We had a great marriage.A week went by and she brought it up again. “Jim, what if I was okay with it? Like, for your birthday or something?”“Okay with what, Lil?”“You know, you being with someone else. Just a one-time thing. No threat to us, just a one-off.”“Honey, where is this coming from?. Looking out over the fancy North Shore houses, we laughed and joked about which one would be best to live in. Would it have room for our yacht? And what about our vintage car collection? We settled on the one next door to Kirribilli House, just so we could drop in on the Prime Minister and ask to borrow his lawnmower. In other words, we were being immature, but we were having fun nonetheless. The combination of sunshine and laughter had me feeling frisky and holding hands wasn't doing the job. It’d done that before and I thought maybe somethin’ was goin’ wrong with it but I was too scared to ask my pa or anybody about it.Tom smiled at me some more and was rubbin’ his hand up and down his pecker faster. I scrunched up my face. “What’cha doin’ that fer?”“Cause it feels good!” Tom said. He was breathing funny now. Faster. He let his head fall back for a second and then looked at my pecker. I looked down and my pecker was standin’ up by itself too. It wasn't as big as Tom's but I figured.