Hot Tub Party

After dinner you run into your sister-in-law in the hallway. You still don’t believe she has a massive rack under those clothes. She hides them too well. You both have to turn to get by each other in the hall.

Casually you say, “I hope you brought your swimsuit.”

She chuckles, “uh why?”

“Your husband didn’t tell you? On the Wednesday night before Thanksgiving we have a tradition. The “kids” hang out in the hot tub. The kids being adults now, we have some adult beverages and relax without our little ones screeching.”

“No, your brother didn’t tell me that. But that sounds like so much fun.”

“If you don’t have a swimsuit, I think my wife brought an extra. You two look like the same size. I’m sure you could borrow it.”

If your brother’s wife has the tits from that picture, no way is your wife’s swimsuit going to fit her. It would be an incredible sight to see those large tits spill out of the too tight top. You hope she tries it on and lets you see.

“Oh maybe,” she frowns. “I didn’t pack my suit. We’ll make it work though. Save a seat for me in the hot tub!”