Loved My Wife's SisterI guess this is a bit bad and I should feel bad about it, but I don't really. I have never told anybody about this before, although it was many years ago.
My wife's sister used to visit us sometimes (she lived abroad) and for a few months at a time. The first time she was coming to visit, it was because my wife wanted her to come, and I was not looking forward to somebody else being around the house, as I felt it would cramp our lifestyle a bit. When she came, and I picked her up from the airport, I was not immediately attracted to her. But during her visit, as the weeks went by, I found myself drawn to her. Not in a sexual way, it was just that she was easy to talk to (to be honest, I found it easier to talk to her than to my wife) and we grew closer. When she left after that first visit, I actually felt sad that she was leaving.
I missed her after she had gone. Over the next months, things were not going so well between my wife and I, and I really missed having female company to talk to, and felt really lonely. I missed my sister in law more and more. When I heard she would be coming again, I was so happy. And indeed, when she came, it was really good. But there was no sexual element to it at all; we just enjoyed each others company. When she left again, I was quite sad. We started telephoning each other and I used to look forward to our telephone calls. I guess it was at this stage that a sexual undertone to things began to develop - just the odd flirty comment and occasionally my arousal when talking to her.
Then one day I had the need to go abroad to her country. As it was convenient, it was arranged that I would stay with her. She would cook for me and generally look after me while I attended to the business that I needed to do. However, where she stayed there was only one room. I had to share a bed with her. But it was all strictly correct, no hanky panky, but us staying in close proximity for this time increased our emotional closeness. We must have got close to doing something; she started bathing with the bathroom door open, for example, and coming out only just half-decently covered in a towel. There was the odd touch, which buzzed with electricity. I ensured I was always adequately clothed when in bed with her.
I became much closer to her than to my wife in many ways. When I left, she was in tears, and I was not far off, and I flew home in some ways regretting not having let things progress further. Oh well, but I was also glad I had not yielded to temptation and cheated on my wife, in spite of the difficulties at home.
We did not see each other for a year or two. Then I had to go there again. This time my visit was for personal reasons and relevant to my relationship with my sister in law, which I will go into in a sequel to this story if I feel ready enough to confess the rest of this tale. Again it was arranged for me to stay there (oddly, my wife preferred me to stay with her sister so that her sister could keep an eye on me and ensure I did not misbehave!). This time, as soon as I arrived at the airport, she was there to meet me, and ran to me and gave me a tight and long hug as a greeting.
Within hours of my arriving at her home, it was obvious that something was going to happen before I left. I could feel it, she could feel it, we both know it would happen. As usual, we shared a bed, Nothing happened much for a couple of days, but there was a tension in the air. On the third day, when we woke up, she turned to face me, smiled, and put her hand on my arm. Just a friendly gesture on the face of it, but within minutes we were at it. It was so good, the best sex I've had, made all the more exquisite for the waiting over what was now several years. We did it again and again and again over the next days and it was the best time of my life.
Our relationship continued for a long time after this, even though I stayed with my wife (and still am with her) and she took other men as boyfriends. I guess it was a bit brother-sister, but with sex as well, and it was very nice, not at all like what I would call "normal" sex with a wife/girlfriend, but a very deep and emotional thing for me and, I hope, for her too. I will never forget what we had as long as I live.
There is more to this story, but it's very sad indeed. I may tell the rest soon if I feel ready to tell it.