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At this point, Howie’s diary is finished. I encouraged him to keep writing and he said he might as he had some fantasies that might be fun to explore. I gave him a week and then told him his fans were needing their Howie fix. Guess that tactic worked and hopefully others have been encouraging him to write, at any rate look what arrived in my inbox today. I have split it into two parts, the ending here next week.
Part 1… My wife Katie and I often go to her sisters home for family get togethers. Almost weekly we arrive mostly empty handed because her sister Jenny loves to cook and serve large dinner parties and her husband John loves sharing his large collection of wine.
People remark how simular my wife and Jenny look yet to my eyes they are very different. Jenny is a few years older , a fair bit shorter and even a bit rounder than Katie but I guess their faces and hair are alike. Over many years we’ve had our weekly dinners with families growing and getting married so we’ve become very relaxed around each other.
Some dinners end with a bit too much wine which often tends to being louder and even more loving if possible with us leaning on each other slurring things like “oahh I looovves you guuys”.
I’d noticed how affectionate Jenny was to me on those nights but I left it as a sister-in-law sort of thing.
Jenny was short. She could easily fit under my arm. She’d often remark how tall , dark haired and hansome she thought I was ,which I liked to hear ,but I thought at best that she had a slight crush on me which would never be anything more. In the last year a few occasions had triggered lustful thoughts that maybe… just maybe it was more than I thought.
Like when most of us were at a rooftop party at a city club a year ago when it just happened that Jenny and I were waiting at the elevator together for a minute before the rest of our group followed us out. Jenny was very tipsy so hugged me sideways firstly as a way to stay upright.
I looked down but because of her height I ended up looking straight down her low cut ballgown at her large white bosoms that were almost exposed from that angle. Jenny must have noticed because she said, “like what you see he he”, but she didn’t move to hide herself but instead placed her head on my chest and lowered her hugging arm to my bum and squeezed. The others arrived ,including our spouses , yet Jenny stayed hugging me untill the lift arrived.
On our way home my wife Katie asked , “are you okay? Sorry , Jenny can get a bit clingy sometimes ha ha.”
I brushed it off but part of me was thinking how great her tits looked.
Small things were said that wouldn’t be much by themselves but all together they got my dreams up.
Like when Jenny , Katie and I had to share a hotel room one night, for a number of reasons. There was a queen sized bed and a single in the room so I sat on the larger bed , thinking Katie and I would share it , but Jenny lay on it saying her back needed the better bed. Katie asked “so what…are you going to sleep with Howie?” Jenny smirked at me and pouted in her best sexy voice..” you would like to sleep with me wouldn’t you Howie baby?” It was said as a joke yet only Katie was laughing. The girls ended up using the big bed sadly….
Then more recently on another occasion at the theatre , in the foyer , I was seated on a loungeing chair as Jenny saw me from across the crowd and waved , then headed to me between much taller patrons of the arts. When she reached me she lent down for a kiss on the cheek which was our normal greeting however she was actually wanting to whisper something to me so we ended up cheek to cheek , with her lips to my ear and me repeatedly kissing her neck. What was more was that from my angle instead of hugging her my hands were on her boobs.
Jenny just kept talking so I left my hands there and dared a little squeeze. By the third squeeze she stood up and smiled , chatting casually till more people arrived and said ‘hi’.
More hints were made but the problem was always going to be that the sisters were very close and if a mistake was made then I would be the one out in the doghouse , not Jenny. Adding to this is that we are all a church going ‘nice family’ so an affair seemed a long shot!
But then a little slip of the tongue late one night had my hopes soaring. The neighbour had joined us. She was a divorced woman who let slip that John and Jenny would often join her ex-husband and her for a late night skinny dip in their pool. The ex was a very sleazy womanizer, which is why they divorced ,but my interest was was in the fact that Jenny was naked in a dark pool ,with this horny guy ,who no doubt was swinging his dick around hoping to fuck both women. I wondered if maybe he did?
To be continued next week…
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Meet Howie… a 60 year old happily married man living in Queensland, Australia. Unfortunately for Howie, his wife is no longer interested in sex. But, Howie still is, and since he loves his wife, and would never be unfaithful, he seeks relief from sex workers. Howie is not a writer, just an ordinary family man who keeps a diary, well hidden I’m sure, here is a page or two.
The Diary is closed for now. Howie is exploring some fantasies and turning them into some sexy fiction till the diary is back in use. Enjoy some tales from the land Down Under.
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