My sister-in-law, Fran, was younger to my wife Philly by five years. She was as petite as my wife, slightly shorter by an inch or two but a little plumper. At the time of writing this story she was about 38 years old, married with two children, a girl of 10 and a boy of 8. She was still pretty slim for her age with nice full tits that sloped gently downwards topped by thick brown nipples, a slightly protruding belly that looked quite sexy and a plump, pleasing ass. We were always good friends and invariably indulged in a lot of innuendo when alone or on the phone and loved to pun on words especially where sex was concerned.
My wife had taken our kids to her elder sisters for two weeks and I was let to take care of the house, as I was not able to get any leave at work. One morning I received a call from Fran and after the usual banter she asked me if she could spend a couple of days at our house as she was getting her place painted and the fumes were upsetting her kids, besides the house was full of workers and as her husband was on a business trip she did not feel safe being alone with her young daughter and stranger men in the house. Then jokingly she asked me if they would be safe at my place since I too was alone. I replied that the kids were absolutely safe with me but I couldn’t guarantee the safety of young mothers! With a laugh she said that then she would be safe as she was not young any more. “Well let me rephrase that, I can’t guarantee the safety of young-looking old mothers,” I said.
“Bastard!” she giggled.
Next evening after school she turned up with the kids and settled them into the spare bedroom and then helped me in the kitchen getting dinner, ready amidst idle chatter, while the kids watched Cartoon Network on the TV. By eight o’clock the kids had had their dinner and she got them ready for bed while I poured her and myself a drink. I went and sat in the veranda while she took the children into the bedroom to read their bedtime stories. After the kids were asleep she came out to refill her glass as I was refilling mine and told me she would be back in ten minutes after a quick shower. I stood at the railing, in the semi darkness of the veranda smoking and waited for her, the previous days conversation had slipped my mind. The bedroom lights went out and I heard the door shut softly as Fran came out The hall lights were down low and as she walked I noticed she had changed into her nightdress, a short, white almost see through one that showed off her curves as the dull light shown through from the back. Sexy, I thought.
She came and stood close to me, her bare arm touching mine and said in a husky voice, “Am I safe with you?”