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I was actually attracted to my sister in law before ever even meeting my wife. She works in my company, but was already married at the time. She's very short at 4 '10, blonde hair, brown eyes....wide hipped but amazing legs and feet. Her skin is always that tan color and they always look so smooth. Her feet are size 6 and toes are on the shorter side, but they are perfect in every way.

I wound up marrying her sister 3 years ago. They show some resemblance but are still very different looking. My relationship with her is very similar to a mother in law. Although she is only 33, she has 4 kids and acts much older than her age. We get along but have never had a friend type of relationship because of her generally serious demeanor. Over the years I've spent many parties, BBQs, etc getting long glimpses of her incredible feet. I got incredibly horny one day when she brought up the subject of her having the nicest feet in the family. She has said it many times since, which is somewhat out of character for her. But I never had any sort of opening to realistically touch them, etc

A few weeks ago my wife mentioned that her sister was going to be sleeping over our house one Friday night soon so they can hang out like they used to before she had kids. I didn't think much of it, since she is always so straight laced. It turned out to be last Friday. She came over at 7ish with two bottles of wine, which was slightly shocking, as I've only seen her drink once, and that was at our wedding. I kept out of their way for the most part and let them do their thing. I was in the living room watching tv around midnight when they found their way onto the couch with me. By this time they were both pretty hammered. My wife was borderline sleeping already. They continued chatting for a few minutes before they both started to become quieter and quieter. My wife fell asleep first and my sister in law made a comment about how she snores and maybe she should go up to bed because she is hard to wake up when she's drinking, and didn't want to snore while I was trying to watch tv. At this point I seriously started to get aroused at the possibility of her falling to sleep stretched out on the same side of the couch as me. I had waited years to even smell her feet in the flesh (not just stealing her socks). I immediately convinced her it wasn't a problem and just to relax.

After another five minutes she was out cold, and within 20 minutes she was lightly snoring. I started to shake slightly at the anticipation, nervousness of the potential situation. I decided that this opportunity may never present itself again and I had to act on it. I slowly woke my wife up and helped her up to bed. She was murmuring nonsense and sleep talking. She was sleeping again as soon as I put her to bed. I went back downstairs and looked at the perfection lying there. She had jeans and socks on with a white tshirt. I had to test the water and see how deep of sleep she was in, so I started to nudge her while calling her name. After a few times with no movement, I started to try to pick her up off the couch like I was trying to bring her ip to bed, since it would have been a normal excuse if she woke. Again she didn't break for snoring at all. This gave me the confidence to remove one of her socks and I really almost came right there. The sight of her naked foot and knowing I was about to get as close as I ever would with them was almost too much too handle. I leaned down and started to take in the aroma from her toes. There was slight heat coming off them and that perfect foot smell we all crave.

I have to finish the update soon, as I'm on an iPad and typing is very slow and annoying.
Holy shit! This guys stops right in the middle of the story?! Who does that? Lol!
Sorry guys....,relegated to typing on an iPad which sucks.

I sat there staring at her naked foot for several minutes, partly because my nerves were getting the best of me. If she woke up and caught me, not only was my marriage possibly ruined, but her husband is an executive in my company. My career could be impacted as well.

I had to test how much rope I had, so I sat beside her feet on the couch and slowly ran my fingernail up the sole of her one naked foot. After a couple of strokes with no reaction, I went a step further and started to rub her foot, getting more aggressive as I went. After 30 seconds with no break in snoring, my confidence was high enough to go forward. I thought about turning the lights off and only having tv on (in case she woke) but I really wanted to see every inch of her feet. I made my move and bent down to her toes and put my lips around her big toe. I just sat there for what seemed like hours just enjoying that moment. The smell of her foot with her perfect toe in my mouth was almost enough to make me cum right there.

Wife getting out of shower now
Thanks for the story, very risky. I take it you're not used to typing on an iPad cos I don't think it's slow at all!

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any new experiences ? I bet she gets drunk often? any pics
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Sleeping With My Sisters

By Adele Slaughter

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Nights we all piled into the same double bed.
Five girls, a huddled mass of elbows and rear ends.
Each one massaging, scratching, begging
another to rub her back.
The little two got crammed in between
our arm pits, honeysuckle on the vine.
All those girls and I was the biggest,
the one that took everything first,
even stepped on a rusty nail
saving my sisters the shot, the infection.
Mary fought me—
a sister with more hip and bigger breasts.
She was choppy: red cut curls, round stormy eyes.
Her nails bitten, not any moon showing.
Contrary, a curl, so proud of being so very good
and so very bad.
Sister—dark and wild.
Her hips are wide and spread easily
but tight like a wet wish bone
she opens to let men in.
They only get one wish
which they can’t tell.
She was like humid weather,
something I learned to endure.
Her temper sat in a cold bucket
turning her white skin red.
When her lower lip shoved out
the others gave her anything she wanted
to keep her calm,
but not from me. Not from me.
Fighting was a kind of loving in our family.
That Sunday all us girls were crammed in the back seat
I got the window
She pinched my thigh.
After church, I took the bottom sheet off her bed.
She ripped the bedding off mine
leaving me a bare mattress and a bed to make.
I threw her sheets and blankets down the stairs.
A rage of hot wind flew at me.
I turned, raised my right hand.
Stop it Mary, please stop.
My fist landed in the middle of her back. Hard.
Winded she slumped. Sobbed.
Her fingertips scratched the wooden floors.
It is nightlife now. He rises above me
looking like a man on a cross,
his hands supporting himself over my body.
His right leg tucked behind his left,
he is pushing himself into me
searching for a sweet spot.
I press my legs into the small of his back.
Just as I climb up toward his breath
I miss sleeping with those sisters—
I miss the honeysuckle I used to pick and suck
those sweet insides—sweet yellow pollen fills my lungs
and they are in my skin, rubbing my back,
tangled in the sheets. Please, little sister
please rub my back just a little longer.
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One woman confesses how and why she let her twin sister ‘marry’ her fiance on her wedding day – and they’re still doing it now!
Growing up, my bff was my sister. We did everything together, from playing with the same toys, to reading the same books and eating the same food. We even had the same friends in school. This might seem strange to some people, but it’s because May* is my twin sister… and they say twins share an affinity.
I have never felt that I needed anyone else in my life other than May. She’s not just a sister and best friend, she’s my confidante whom I can trust all my secrets to. Even when we went to different colleges, our bonds did not break. We might have developed some different friends and priorities then, but we still talked about everything and shared everything… from new interests to gossip in school… and cute boys we liked.
Not long after we both graduated from university and found jobs, May moved out as she found a job at the other end of Singapore. I stayed at home with our parents, but kept in constant contact with May. She would visit us during weekends and we would have lunch together to catch up.
It was during this period that I met and fell in love with Edmund*, a charming expat from London whom I met on one of my work trips. Edmund and I got along so well from the get-go, that we started dating after just a few weeks. And three months into our relationship, he proposed to me!
May met Edmund during one of our family lunches, when she came back to visit the family. I’d told Edmund about my twin sister, but it was still amusing for him to meet another woman who looked exactly like me. And all of us were amused with Edmund as he could not tell us apart – he even walked into the kitchen and placed his hand on May’s back, only to find out that it wasn’t me!
But May took it well and joked that perhaps Edmund should marry the both of us? We laughed it off, but at that time I did not expect that things would really turn out that way…
Because later, during one of my weekly chats with May over the phone she confessed to me that she liked Edmund, and not just as a brother-in-law. She said she had greater feelings beyond that; she revealed that she felt passionate towards him.
Hearing May, I expected to be upset and shocked… but I was not. Somehow I knew May would love Edmund like I did, because we often shared the same passions in the past. Also, May and I had never kept any secrets between us, so I was not surprised that she was so frank with me.
I decided to do the unthinkable, I suggested to May that she could sometimes date Edmund in my place – without his knowledge. He could not tell us apart anyway.
And at our wedding dinner, when I went out to change into my second gown, it was May who returned in the dress, while I stood in the background pretending to be her. We had a huge wedding and many people at the tables had not seen May and I for many years, since we were children, so we were able to get away with it. We never told anybody what we did. I just wanted May to experience the most important day in my life in the same way I did, and I was so happy when I saw that she was in tears of joy when Edmund kissed her.
From then on, May and I have ocassionally “shared” Edmund. Sometimes, she will have dinner with him after work, instead of me. Or they will go shopping, and she pretends to be me. May and I have promised one another to never reveal this to anyone around us.
Sometimes I feel bad about keeping Edmund in the dark, but the charade has gone on for so long, so how do we tell him? Perhaps one day we may have to reveal what we have done. I love Edmund, but I love May even more. And for now, I just want her to be happy.
*Names have been changed to protect privacy.
This story was originally published in the June 2015 issue of Singapore Women’s Weekly.
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Once upon a time, when rent in Singapore was actually affordable, few locals ever tried to leave their parents’ homes before they had to.
These days, despite the sky high prices, more and more people in Singapore are turning to rental property—whether they’re newlyweds who are renting a place under the Parenthood Provisional Housing Scheme before their flats are ready, or, more likely, foreign employees who are working here without the benefit of a cushy expat package.
As anyone will tell you, moving in with someone, whether it’s your significant other, a group of friends or a bunch of anonymous flatmates, is essential in Singapore, as getting a place all to yourself is freaking expensive.
While living with other people can save you big money (you’ll pay half as much for a common room in a condo as you would for a tiny studio), here are some money issues to take note of before you and your flatmates start trying to poison each other.
Splitting the grocery bill If you’re moving in with friends or your significant other rather than unknown flatmates you’ll only see once in a blue moon when they’re not locked in their rooms, you might choose to do your groceries together and then split the bill. This is especially likely if you’re a couple, since you’re going to be cooking together most of the time.
But even if you make sure you only dig into the shared grocery stash whenever you’re having meals together, you should consider the possibility that one of you might have a much bigger appetite than the other.
This can be especially pronounced for couples when one half is waif-like and the other is a bottomless pit. It’s not fun when each time you enter the kitchen in search of a snack, you discover that the bag of keropok/box of cereal/stash of cup noodles has mysteriously vanished.
It’s okay to share toilet cleaner, detergent or sponges for the kitchen sink, or even stuff like salt or cooking oil. But think twice about splitting the groceries if you are living with three 200kg guys whose favourite hobby is eating.
Which services you should split the cost of One of the benefits of living with other people is the fact that you can split the cost of things like your electricity bill, a cleaning lady and wifi.
But difficulties arise when there are disagreements as to what services are essential, and what you’d rather not have. For instance, I don’t watch TV at all (yes, all those TV show references go over my head), and would therefore never voluntarily sign up for cable TV, which many Singaporeans consider their only weekend plan.
This would create problems if my flatmates wanted to subscribe to such a service. If I refused to chip in, would I not be allowed to use the TV in the living room? In the same vein, if one of the flatmates doesn’t want to contribute to the cost of a cleaning lady, does that mean only his poop doesn’t get cleaned up?
Ultimately, some give and take is going to be necessary when you live with other people. Just make sure you’re not being made to share the cost of your flatmate’s Steam account.
What constitutes reasonable use of utilities If the cost of utilities isn’t factored into your rent and you share the bill with your partner or flatmates each month, be aware that this is an innocent-looking little arrangement that has the potential to blow up later on.
One thing you’ll realise when you move in to your new place is that when people live on property they don’t own, they tend to be a little more careless with appliances like the air con and the dryer—appliances that can be quite expensive to operate.
While HDB-owning Singaporeans hardly leave their air con units running all day, walk into any share-flat populated by students or working professionals and you’ll see that “forgetting” to turn the air con off before heading to school or work is scarily common.
And while most homeowners in Singapore dry their clothes using the good old pole-out-the-window method or one of those wire racks, in a share flat almost everyone is going to use the dryer if there is one. And those machines are big electricity suckers.
If one of your housemates invites his entire clan from his country to stay in the flat during the holidays and then washes and dries 50 loads of laundry, don’t be surprised if you find yourself feeling peeved about having to pay for part of his share.
To avoid such disagreements, it’s a good idea to have a discussion with all occupants of the house and set some ground rules.
Decide what constitutes reasonable use of the utilities—for
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