A Naughtier Side of Elaine

James peered around the edge of the door, his eyes going wide with surprise. He'd never dreamed that he'd see the sight that greeted him on the other side of the door, never imagined seeing his uptight, bitchy sister-in-law in this startling situation. The voice he'd heard was a man's, only he wasn't really there, it was coming from the laptop Elaine had set up on the bed beside her. James let his eyes run over Elaine as she lay there, her attention completely captured by the computer, her hands buried beneath the white duvet obviously busy between her legs. She's masturbating, James marveled, knowing that he should look away, that he should hurry back downstairs, but finding himself watching her intently, admiring his sister-in-law's shapely naked body in this intimate moment. I wonder what she's watching, he thought, his eyes drinking in her naked breasts, his gaze running down and around the hard pink nipples as her hands move beneath the blanket. As he stood there admiring her, James realized that he recognized the voice coming from the computer. That's Richard's voice! He thought, starting to listen to what was being said, focusing on the sound as much as the sight of what was happening in the bedroom.

"That's it, you slut. Play with your pussy." Richard's voice demanded, Elaine's hands moving faster beneath the white duvet in response to the command. "I know you want to. You are wet and ready, aren't you, Elaine?" James's ex-brother-in-law taunted from the computer.

"Yes,"Elaine moaned, her voice repeated by the computer a half second later, her eyes fluttering shut as she touched herself, her shapely body slumping back more against the grey padded headboard.

They made a sex tape! James realized, a thrill of excitement washing through him, his shock at seeing his prim and proper sister-in-law quickly being replaced with lust as he watched and listened to the erotic scene before him.

"You want me to fuck you, don't you, slut?" Richard's voice taunted Elaine from the computer. "You want me cock deep in you... or maybe you want someone else's cock? Isn't that right, Elaine?"

"Please," Elaine moaned both in real life and on the computer as she kicked the duvet off, spreading her legs wider, her fingers rubbing over the soft smooth skin of her pussy. James could see how ready she was, could hear the wetness of her sex as her fingers moved back and forth along her slit. "Please fuck me," she moaned, her hips rocking up off the bed as her finger circled the hard nub of her clit.

"Christ, you are such a slut," Richard laughed on the tape. "Tell me who you want, whose cock you've been dreaming about, and I'll fuck you."

"No, please," Elaine moaned on the tape, her teeth biting her lip in real life as her head lolled to one side, her finger sliding down and into her sex.

"Say it. Say his name and I'll fuck that hot little pussy of yours," Richard's voice promised her. "Who is it, Elaine? Who do you want to fuck?"

"James!" Elaine's voice called out from the computer. "I want James's cock deep in my pussy, my mouth..."

"Your ass?" Richard prompted with a knowing laugh.

"Yes. God, yes," Elaine panted on the tape while in real life her fingers were working back and forth, thrusting deep up into her sex, wet sounds filling the bedroom as she masturbated to the sex tape. "I want James to fuck me, to use me, to take me in every way he can," Elaine confessed on the tape.

She can't mean me, James told himself, secretly wishing it was him that they were talking about. His hand was on the front of his jeans, massaging the hard bulge there as he watched his sister-in-law furiously masturbating on her bed. James is a pretty common name. It must be someone else. It couldn't be me. She can't want me.

"You are such a shameless slut," Richard's recorded laugh filled the room. "Lusting after your sister's husband. Wanting to fuck him behind her back."

It is me! James realized, a low moan escaping him as he heard the sound of Richard penetrating his wife emanating from the computer, Elaine now rocking her hips up off the bed, pumping three fingers into her flooded sex as the sex tape played beside her. Elaine's moans were getting louder, more intense, and James knew she was about to finish, that her orgasm was about to begin. I should leave. I shouldn't watch this. I shouldn't be here, he told himself even as he leaned further into the bedroom, his hand stroking himself through his jeans.

Elaine threw her head back, her body going rigid as a low groan of release escaped her gritted teeth, the sounds of her recorded sex still playing on the computer beside her as she rode the wave of her powerful but unfulfilling orgasm. Panting and frustrated, she slumped back onto the mattress, her body feeling loose and boneless. "I miss real cock," she muttered to herself, reaching over the closing the laptop, silencing the playback of her ex-husband fucking her on this same bed. "I need to get laid," she sighed, looking up for the first time, her eyes going wide as she saw James standing there in the doorway.

"How...how long were you standing there?" Elaine gasped, her hands scrambling for the white blanket, pulling it up, covering her nakedness as she anxiously awaited his answer.

James could tell she was worried, that she was wondering what he'd seen, what he'd heard, as she demanded to know how long he'd been there. Should he lie, tell her that he'd just walked in... or should he admit to seeing, to hearing, everything?