Letting her play catwoman for my husband
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My husband Will bought me this ridiculous costume for me to wear for his birthday. It’s supposed to be this comic book character I guess. Apparently ladies in that world wear super tight latex that accentuates their boobs. I bring this up to my sister, Sarah, who is also a giant nerd. She tells me all about this catwoman person, and gives me all these tips and things to say that would get me into character. “But I don’t WANT to get into character,” I whine. “I don’t want to do ANY of this! Why can’t he just buy me normal lingerie that shows off my boobs and ass and then fuck me like a normal person?” Sarah looks at me for a few moments, and I can tell I’ve upset her. She licks her lips and quietly says, “I…I’d be willing to…sub in for you. Just this once. Cause it’s Will’s birthday and all.” I raise an eyebrow at what she’s suggesting. My sister is a hopper, who never hops anyone. I think I’m the only person she ever has, and that’s cause I’d beg her to in order to pass tests or do something else I didn’t want to do. Because she looks up to me, she’s always said yes. This is the first time she’s offered. I’ve always suspected she had a crush on my husband, and now here’s her chance to fuck him while also looking like a supportive sister. What she doesn’t know is I don’t care, as long as I don’t have to remember wearing that silly outfit. “I don’t know,” I say with a smile. “He said he wanted me to act extra slutty in it.” I see my sister’s cheeks go red, but then she nods and says, “That’s…that’s fine. I can be…slutty for him.” I laugh and tell her to go for it, and she hops me. I wake up sore the next morning feeling like we had sex all night, and my husband is happier than I’ve ever seen him. “Babe, you were so amazing last night. Thanks for suggesting we record it. I hope I played it up for the camera like you wanted. I know you sure did. Let’s watch it and have sex again.” I checked my phone. Sure enough, there was video of me dressed as this catwoman. And it looks like I’d sent a copy to Sarah. Well played, sis.