I had just come out of the shower, and Nadia, my sister in law, was soundly asleep in my bed.

With a towel around my waist, I stood, observing her smooth brown body, trying to make sense of what had just happened. Well, I had just fucked my wife's sister, that's what had happened, but it didn't make sense. Nothing made sense at that point. It all seemed too convenient, like an elaborate--and now that I think of it--sick, perverted setup. If it was a test of loyalty, then why would Nadia take it all the way to the end? Was she merely a puzzled lesbian acting against her better judgement?