My Ex-Wife Sister

My wife and I got divorced three years ago and I moved from London to Miami. I had had a few relationships over the last few years, but never anything sustainable. I was quite pleased with the break after being married twenty years. Out of the blue I got a call form Fiona, my ex wife’s sister. Fiona was four years younger than my ex wife, and could have been her twin physically. Personality wise, thank god, she was nothing like my wife. Fiona said she was thinking about coming to America and she wanted to make some changed in her life, and wanted to know if she could stay in the spare room for a week. I said no problem, as although I didn’t know Fiona that well, she has always lived the opposite side of the world, I had always gotten along with her when we met. I agreed for her to come at the end of the month and thought I had better decorate the spare bedroom. Fiona arrived, I picked her up at the airport, and brought her back to my apartment. Fiona was thirty five years old, and as I said almost a facsimile of my ex wife. Five feet eight tall, around 130lbs with 38DD’s. She like my wife was thick in all the right places, the hips the tits and the lips. And in my wife’s case all three were made for fucking.

After a long shower, she re emerged into the living room in a nice summer dress. I told Fiona that a friend of mine’s company was having their annual Christmas party and that I had been invited, and would she like to come. With that we jumped into my BMW took the roof off, and cruised down Highway 95. We arrived at the party, it was an outdoor affair with lots of beautifully suntanned women. Fiona stood out, just like my wife used to and I immediately noticed how guys were looking at her. Most could not take their eyes off her deep cleavage. I also thought she may be flirting with me.

As the evening wore on we had a few drinks, chatted to a lot of people, and Fiona said she was feeling a bit tired and jet lagged. So about an hour later we got into the car and drove home. Fiona thanked me for the evening and we reminisced about the times we met before at parties and functions when I was still married to her sister. She asked me if I missed her sister.

‘To be frank’ I said, ‘I don’t miss her personality’. She said ‘what do you mean?’. I said ‘well she could be a bit of a rottwieller. Fiona said ‘I bet you didn’t miss that in bed?’, I said ‘to be honest I prefer a more placid woman’. And Fiona said ‘I bet you miss her body though?’ in a flirty way. I said ‘I wouldn’t argue with that’ and I must say looking at your boobs tonight it had reminded me of the good parts of our marriage.’ Fiona said ‘you know I am a 38DD now?’, I said ‘actually no I didn’t’.

I carried on driving, and we arrived back at my apartment shortly thereafter. As we got in the elevator Fiona smiled sweetly at me and thanked me for taking her to the party. We got out of the elevator and walked into the apartment, I gave Fiona a peck on the cheek and she said goodnight.