Sister-in-Law Sex by Proxy (Part 8)

My wife, Suzi, and I were hanging out after dinner when Suzi asked if we could make any suggestions for a nice restaurant for a quiet date. My wife and I exchanged glances, hesitated, and then immediately started peppering Suzi with questions about who and when and how'd they meet, etc.

Understandably, Suzi was a bit reticent. She said that there was someone she had met that she wanted to get to know a little better. She still wasn't sure if she was ready to see anyone, but she thought that she should get back out there. When pressed, she said that his name was Bill. We told her a few nice, first date-type restauarants. I must admit, I was a little jealous.

She also said she wanted to hang a few pictures and organize a few of her boxes, so she asked if she could borrow a few things from the tool box. She was still firmly ensconced in our guest room and had not begun to look for alternative arrangements. Given everything, my wife and I were happy to have her around. I offered to help her hang her pictures and boxes.

The next weekend was picture hanging day. I went into her room fairly early that Saturday morning to find Suzi all ready. She had a few framed pictures and prints located around the room with the step stool, a measuring tape, picture hooks and such out on her bureau. She was wearing a tank top without a bra and loose yoga pants. Her chest look awesome as I stole glances at her cleavage and tried to sneek looks at the sides of her wonderful breasts.

She was meticulous in measuring the correct heights for the hangings. After I hammered the hooks into position, we started hanging the pictures. For the higher ones, Suzi suggested I climb the step stool and she would hand the pictures to me. Her face was so close to my crotch that I was getting very excited. My hands were occupied in positioning the print when I felt her lightly brush against my package. There was no denying that my cock jumped in my shorts. I was sure she touched me on purpose, but when I had hung the picture, she was across the room, directing me in straightening it. There were two more to hang and both times she brushed my cock, both times eliciting an obvious jump in my shorts.

When I looked at her, she made no acknowledgement of what had happened, but her nipples were prominently pushing the fabric of her shirt. As we surveyed our work, she then said, "There! I do like my stuff well-hung."

Well, that was awkward and a bit exciting. As we avoided making eye contact, I packed up the tool box and asked if she had set up a date with Bill. She said she was going to see him that night. I noticed that the tape measure and my Sharpie were missing from the tool box.

Later that day, I went in her room and looked in the drawer. There was the dildo, the lube, the tape measure, and the marker. On the dildo, there was a marking where the head met the shaft. Next to it was a piece of paper with "BIL" written across the top and a recent date and "2 in." written just below that.

Was this guy she was seeing only 2 inches long? Why did she spell his name "BIL"?As I looked at the dildo it seemed pretty clear that she had measured the head of the dildo (it was clearly about 2 inches long). Why hadn't she marked off or measured more of the dildo?