Twin Sister-in-Law

I was minding my own business. It was a Saturday afternoon and Shari, my wife of about ten years, had taken off to go shopping at the mall. I finished up on some work-related stuff on the computer and decided to take a swim in our backyard pool.Since we live on the end of a cul-de-sac, there is not a back-yard neighbor who can see into our pool area, which I liked, since Shari and I often spent hours out by the pool, simply enjoying the sunshine and the quiet solitude of our pool and rocky-mountain-like pool fountain.I stripped down to my birthday suit and dove into the pool. The water felt good.Shari and I both enjoyed swimming in the nude and neither of us had any issues with nudity, although we did not share our viewpoints with family or friends. We always suited up when family or friends would come and visit.I toweled off and grabbed a beer from our outdoor patio refrigerator and lit up a cigar. Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice calling out, “Can I share that cigar and a beer with you?”At first, I thought it was Shari, then I realized kaçak iddaa it was not. It was Marci, Shari’s identical twin.  Instinctively, I grabbed the towel I had been sitting on and attempted to cover myself up, as Mari made her way in my direction from the enclosed dining area by the pool.“There’s no need to get shy,” Marci remarked as she took up a seat beside me.“I thought you were Shari,” I replied.“The door was unlocked,” Marci explained as she sat cross-legged on the chaise longue beside me. I explained that Mari had gone shopping.“That’s cool,” Marci replied. “How long has she been gone?”I explained that she had just missed her and that she probably would not be back for a several hours.Marci cocked her head and smiled.“So, can I have a beer?”“Where is Mark?” I pressed. Mark was Marci’s husband. He was also my little brother, by two years. They had been married just short of three years and about five years after Shari and I married. Mark was a bit slow to warm up to Marci, but over time, I reckon he saw the same thing in kaçak bahis Marci that I had in Shari. “He’s off playing golf with some work buddies,” said Mari.“How fortuitous,” I joked.“Yes, it is,” Marci replied, shifting nervously in the chaise longue beside me. Marci and I had a good sister-in-law, brother-in-law relationship. We openly kidded each other about our marriages, with me accusing her of assaulting the crib in marrying Mark and she jokingly accusing me of marrying the brain trust between her and Shari.Marci was not dumb by any stretch of the imagination and although she liked to pretend that she was not as smart as she really was, I knew, and she knew, it was a shtick to cover her insecurities. Marci was a head turner and she knew it, but she had self -esteem issues. “So, do I have to get my own beer?” Marci pressed.I tied the towel around my waist and headed for the beer cooler. As started to step away, Marcia grabbed the edge of my towel and yanked it from off of me.“Woo-hoooo!” she exclaimed.  “Hey now,” I protested as I illegal bahis reached for my towel, trying to cover my manly parts. Marci tossed  the towel behind herself and playfully remarked, “Now I know why my sister married you.”“Behave,” I replied, scolding her for being so mischievous. “You have Mark to keep you happy.”“Yeah,” Marci replied, “but he doesn’t have what you have, woo-hoo!”“Come on Marci,” I shot back, “Let’s not go there.”“Hey,” Marci replied,  “It’s all good.”I started around the chair Marci was sitting on, but as I did, she playfully tossed my towel onto the pool. “What did you do that?” I asked.Marci did not bat an eye.“I like what I’m seeing,” Marci replied, arching her eyebrows. “My sister is such a lucky bitch.”I was not believing what was transpiring. I was home alone, and my wife’s twin was seemingly coming on to me.“Look,” I told Marci, “I don’t know if this is right. We are both very married.””It’s all good,” Marci shot back. “We can keep it just between us.”Marci had always been the introvert and Shari the extrovert. Now, all of a sudden, I was seeing a side of Marci I had not seen before.”Don’t tell me you haven’t fantasized before,” Marci remarked, uncrossing her legs and suggestively spreading them in front of me.