Finally, My Sister-In-Law, We Visit

To the literary purists ? As with all my stories, I act in the role of narrator. This is a short story specifically designed to fit on one page. As such, there is no character development and no witty dialogue. I am not writing the next great novel. If another contributor would like to add names and dialogue and use this as an outline, go ahead. Improbable, sure. Unlikely, absolutely. But it's my story and I'm sticking to it. To everyone else, I hope you enjoy.




I was positive it was a bad idea from the first moment, but I couldn't resist my burning desire. My wife's family consisted of four women and they told each other everything. I knew one husband was extremely well endowed, but they didn't have kids and haven't had sex for a decade. I knew one had a tall boyfriend and he was apparently long all over. The oldest sister (62) had decided against sex for awhile "Since, who has time?", but now is afraid her husband (63) won't be able to perform anymore after prostate surgery. To finally have had two nights of sex in the guest room of my own house with my wife's oldest sister while my wife was asleep in our bedroom would probably have negative consequences.

My sister-in-law is a lot like me and is generally unafraid to say whatever comes to mind. I started to envision her conversations with both my wife (56) and her husband, if it hadn't happened already. I realized we had jeopardized two marriages of over thirty years each. I hoped she could be discrete about the rendezvous, but wasn't really counting on the fact that she could keep her mouth shut over an extended period of time.

I needed an action plan. I could just run away now. I could hope nobody cared. Both bad options. Then it hit me, face the problem head on. Although they did live over 1,000 miles away from us and I have never been to their house, I could innocently propose we swap the sisters like it hadn't already happened between my sister-in-law