Just the lustfully inspired, fevered imaginings brought on by the extreme hotness of someone else's smoking hot wife, put to words. I had never seen h...r face before, yet I knew it was her when she walked in. Wearing a red sweater blouse, black skirt and heels, she was even more beautiful than I had believed. The bright red lipstick set off her stunning face, while her shining hair fell to her shoulders. She was tan, her nails painted red, and she walked like a woman who knew she attracted men’s. I asked her if she was up to trying something a little different. She asked what I had in mind. I asked her if she would be willing to just hook up with him and go spend the night with him on her own. She said she didn't know if she would be comfortable with doing that. She said I was her safety net and she didn't know if anything would happen that she didn't want to if she was by herself.I assured her I was just a phone call away and if she wanted to she could. She pondered and finally said. I had Maggie over a barrel. I got dressed and took my plate to the kitchen, along with the tissues. When I got back into the lounge room, my sister had that pitiful look on her face, feeling sorry for herself. I ejected the tape and took it with me, walking past Maggie and then upstairs to my room. A short time later there was a knock on the door and I said, “Enter.” Maggie walked into the room closing the door behind her. She still had that pitiful look on her face. She said, “Please don’t. I was shaking, Jennifer noticed. she rested her hand over mine and assured me that I was not in trouble. I turned red and my face was heating up."Jenn are you breaking up with me?" I asked her quickly."Oh heavens no. I would never do that," she assured me."Okay what a relief," I replied humorously."I actually wanted to talk to you about, you know, having sex. I have been thinking about it quite a lot," Jennifer states calmly.I remained quiet, stunned, looking into her eyes."I know you have been.