Living with my sister-in-law 3

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Living with my sister-in-law 3

On the plane, sitting one next to the other, we didn't separate our legs and hands throughout the trip, and we alternated our conversation with endless kisses. Even in the taxi, on our way to our respective homes, while we wished each other a good weekend and talked as if nothing, I had my hand completely massaging her pussy and she was caressing my cock through my pants. When we arrived at her doorstep, already in Madrid, we said goodbye by withdrawing our hands with discomfort and giving each other a simple kiss on the cheek until Sunday's return.

I gave myself just enough time to calm down during the taxi ride to the chalet where I live on the outskirts, although when I got home, when my wife opened the door in her pajamas, with her finger on her lips indicating that our children were already asleep, I didn't resist after greeting her and carried her off to the living room, took out my cock from my pants and, knowing that she, a slut, didn't wear underwear at home by mutual agreement with me, I screwed her there on the carpet until I managed to extract an orgasm from her between screams and I exploded inside her all the tension accumulated during the trip.

I see you were eager, dear, my wife commented with a smile, unaware of the origin of my heat.

Just like the previous weekend in Madrid, and despite my wife's desire for our lack of sex, I couldn't calm down the anxiety caused by physical separation from my sister-in-law, and when it was time to return to the airport where her boyfriend would take her directly, my entire body was boiling with intensity to feel her again. I waited at the door, and accompanied by her boyfriend, she approached me and gave me a light kiss on the cheek. However, her eyes betrayed that her inner tension was disturbing her. Barely crossing the boarding gate and her boyfriend disappeared, she grabbed my hand as tightly as possible and hugged me tightly around me. I didn't stay back. behind, and as always without saying a word about it, I wrapped my arms around her waist and felt up her ass at will, disregarding the other travelers.We're not separating anymore during the rest of the trip, we'd grab each other's hands when no one was looking and tell each other how our weekend went. Our passion was increasing as we landed, it took us a while to contain ourselves in the car, and of course, nothing more than crossing the door and closing it, we let go. Without even turning on the light, I hugged her from behind and she turned her head and desperately, more like eating each other's mouths than kissing, our tongues played freely with each other while my hands had already pulled up her shirt above her waist and were pleasuring herself in her pussy completely soaked. She was contorting without stopping, rubbing her ass against my cock and skillfully, with my help, managed to get me out of my belt, take off my pants, and free my cock. We were still standing, she moving her legs to free herself from her jeans and underwear while we kissed with my cock buried between the cheeks of her ass.

She turned around to face me but didn't stop kissing. I grabbed her by the ass and lifted her up while she wrapped her arms around my neck, separated her legs each on either side of my belt and leaned against the wall. As soon as we were leaning against each other, my cock was resting at the entrance of her pussy, and after a quick movement from her upwards, it went in hard, making her moan.

I screwed her with all my might against the wall, the more I screwed her the more she liked it, and I suppose that due to all the excitement we had accumulated, both of us were about to come soon. We hadn't even been screwing for a couple of minutes. Her gasps increased and I whispered in her ear:

--No more.

At that moment, I came, brief but very intense for both of us, ending with two thrusts with all my cum in her pussy and something outside it sliding down her legs. It was such liberation that right there at the entrance of the house we collapsed together on the floor with her legs open around my waist, our hands caressing both bodies as we were still kissing with passion. —Yes, no more —Alicia replied intelligently. No more. We would not separate again. The longing for our bodies together was much greater than what we were willing to endure and we would not separate again to travel to Madrid. There on the floor, half-dressed, we understood that both she and I would sacrifice whatever it took for our intense cohabitation. We didn't know if that situation would last another month or a lifetime, but as long as it did, we wanted more and more without ever having enough. The days of the week passed like the previous one, equal to each other, although for us every day when arriving home was a constant satisfaction. When the weekend arrived, the two of us barely gave explanations at Alicia's hotel because we didn't go out, so we decided to leave on Saturday night with her friends from the hotel. Everyone, including her and me, thought it was her boyfriend from Spain and we spent the night like another couple. However, we weren't comfortable there with all that people around and soon left for home. As soon as we arrived, we undressed and after melting into an embrace, when I pushed my cock inside her, both of us sighed satisfied and already calm. We went out again the next day, and many more days, but only she and I. We would go out to dinner or have a few beers, while a conversation between the two of us and being at least close to each other was enough. We still didn't speak a single word about what had happened, not even when, on Thursday of that week, while we were watching a movie, her boyfriend called. She, as usual every time he called, would position herself so she could receive my cock. That day, with my cock hard from the caresses and kisses I had been giving myself during the movie, she got up and opening her legs to let mine in They, with the free hand she had, approached my cock to the entrance of her pussy and slowly lowered it until she was completely impaled. She leaned her back against my chest and while playing with my fingers on her clitoris, I could hear the conversation with her boyfriend perfectly: —I don't understand what's going on with you, Alicia— he reproached her on the other side of the line—. You've been distant for months, when you come to Madrid you don't let anyone touch you and now you're telling me you won't be back because you have a lot of work. —Yeah... ah... —my sister-in-law responded without repressing a moan as she noticed my fingers accelerating on her pussy at the sound of her boyfriend not letting her be touched. —Look, tomorrow Friday I'll take an airplane and spend this weekend in Amsterdam to talk about all this. Is that okay?—she asked. —As you want—she responded quickly, throwing the mobile phone across the sofa without bothering to turn it off, feeling that one of those orgasms she liked more: intense, my cock on the verge of exploding inside her, barely moving and with my fingers sliding over her pussy, directly on her clitoris. She came without shame, screaming and moaning for a couple of eternal minutes. When she managed to relax, she pulled my cock out of her and in that same position, began to give me an amazing handjob, moving her hand up and down, driving me crazy every time it brushed against my glans on her pussy. When she noticed the thrusts of my cum, she pointed my cock towards her belly and pussy and I came over her until the last drop was spent. She stayed like that, on top of me, rubbing my semen all over her pussy until it reached her tits and relishing the flavor on her lips. Exhausted, we got into bed just like always.During that Friday, neither of the two spoke about their boyfriend's plans to come at the end of the weekend when I woke up or during the day. I wouldn't know what she would do or how she would act in the house when he was there, but the truth is it didn't matter. Inside me, I knew that until now we had been acting according to our desire and for that reason, and despite the strange situation, at no moment during the day did I suffer from the terrifying anxiety that had entered me when traveling to Madrid and knowing I would be without her.

I left work late, very late because the meetings had been delayed, and so when I arrived home after 10 pm, I didn't expect to find them there. They were on the sofa, somewhat distant, with faces like they were talking about something important.

-- Hello brother-in-law, how's it going? -- Alicia asked now with a happy face at seeing me.

-- Fine, today a bit late because the server problems are multiplying -- I replied with all the normality in the world.

Given our habit, I was surprised to see my sister-in-law with clothes on at home and immediately found myself uncomfortable and hot too for keeping the suit at home.

-- How's the trip, Miguel? -- I asked my brother-in-law while serving myself a beer in the kitchen.

-- Fine, a bit sudden. Thanks for letting me stay at your house for a couple of days. I wanted to come and talk to Alicia and you see, she recognizes that something is happening to her but doesn't know what exactly -- his boyfriend commented with all the confidence in the world --. Have you noticed anything since you've been living with her?

I didn't know how to answer that question.

-- No, the truth is I see Alicia perfectly fine, in fact much better than when she arrived in Holland -- I replied as best I could --. Have you guys eaten yet?

-- No, you were waiting for us as always -- my sister-in-law slipped out naturally using the singular without including her boyfriend.

-- Well, come on, let me prepare a bit of dinner -- I encouraged them --. Don't mind if I take off this suit, it's making me sweat terribly?. No, you're at home —said my brother-in-law, the ignorant one—. I had more heat before, but now in shorts I'm better.

I took off my suit like anyone who doesn't want to deal with it, followed by my shirt and, talking to them about Amsterdam, Holland, football and other trivialities, ended up only wearing underwear. My brother-in-law looked at me strangely and searched for the gaze of his girlfriend Alicia to find an explanation.

—Don't mind it, don't you? I've had a really tough day —I said in response to Miguel's surprise.

—Not okay, this is your home, brother-in-law —Alicia replied, downplaying the importance. I'm also dead from heat! —she exclaimed with laughter so her boyfriend wouldn't freak out when she took off her dress and left on only a bra and panties.

—Fuck! —Miguel jumped up when he saw her like that—. Haven't you gone too far? Pussy, what's your brother-in-law doing here!

—Come on, man, nothing's wrong, dear, it's like being in a bikini and I'm better this way. The house is very well, but without air conditioning, it gets too hot —my sister-in-law replied while giving me a morbid smile that her boyfriend couldn't see. If you want to take off something...

—No, I'm fine like this —her boyfriend responded softly, shrugging his shoulders and giving in.

While preparing dinner, my sister-in-law came into the kitchen to help me and Miguel stayed seated in the living room. There, in the kitchen, we two accomplices rubbed our bodies together as many other times before. Meanwhile, Miguel would occasionally speak or watch TV. Our kitchen communicated with the living room through a high American bar, and when my sister-in-law leaned on the bar to address her boyfriend, I couldn't resist and reached out to touch her ass. We were there, both of us, in front of her boyfriend, talking while my hand was already between his butt cheeks and one of my fingers tracing his pussy. It was very wet.

When we sat down to eat, we did it together with Miguel in front of us. The situation was becoming too hot for us and too uncomfortable for Alicia's boyfriend. Almost naked, with our legs stuck together and speaking naturally, we were gradually excluding Miguel from the conversation. And it was clear that he was surplus to requirements there. Alicia was caressing my hand and soon we kept them joined. My hand initially caressed her back and then, while unhooking her bra:Take off your bra, sister in law, it's leaving a mark -- I said calmly.

My sister in law helped me take it off and despite her astonished face, Miguel didn't say anything. And that was the end of him. Until the end of dinner, my sister in law and I let ourselves go and didn't pay attention to caresses between each other. By dessert, when a little ice cream fell on my boxer shorts, it was my sister in law who directly told me to take them off. My brother in law looked at us in amazement, not knowing what to say or do. We were the ones maintaining the conversation as if nothing was wrong. She took her panties off quickly because she got up to get coffee from the kitchen and pulled them down by her ankles.

With the coffee pot in hand, she approached her boyfriend and asked:

-- Do you want coffee, darling? -- she said now with a warm tone, as was customary at home.

-- No -- was all Miguel replied, dryly.

Then she came over to me and said:

-- How's it always, brother in law?

-- Yes, please, just like always -- I answered while caressing his ass.

She poured the coffee and sat on my lap. We continued talking, now just the two of us, deciding what movie to watch that early morning. Meanwhile, with her boyfriend's murderous gaze, she was stroking my cock with her hand. Like every night after dinner, we sat on the sofa, although my brother in law couldn't get up from his chair, stunned. As soon as the TV turned on, my sister in law decided to take the final step and, like many other times, knelt down in front of me, giving me her back and resting her arms on the low table in the living room. With her ass at my disposal and her boyfriend's impasiveness, I directed my cock towards her pussy and stayed still. She was so wet that it went all the way in without difficulty.

She was moaning uncontrollably, more... Even if it's possible that other times in the presence of her boyfriend. She contorted herself to find my cock, arched her back to feel my chest on her back and turned her face to meet my lips and eat me out. She came very quickly for what had become normal between us. While her boyfriend looked at us with a furious but paralyzed face from the emotions running through his veins. Once she enjoyed her orgasm screaming so loudly that even the neighbors could have heard it, my sister-in-law collapsed onto the table, with her tits bulging out on either side of her chest and turned her head to meet the gaze of her boyfriend.

Possessed by lust, I accelerated my thrusts and screwed her wildly. I abused her ass like many other times I had done and knew she liked it, slapping her buttocks from time to time to maintain the tension in her body. When I came with an overwhelming orgasm, I could see full satisfaction and a hint of pleading in Alicia's eyes for her boyfriend to understand what he saw. My sister-in-law, when I finished, grabbed my hand and didn't let me leave her, just like many other times, we collapsed together onto the carpet, dedicating ourselves to caresses and fondling.Both of us distracted by the assaulted passion, only managed to hear the slamming door of her boyfriend when he left home. We stayed there lying down, resting, as always without crossing a word about what happened. We went to sleep like every night together, both naked and after sleeping until noon, we spent the rest of the weekend even more united mentally than before, as if her boyfriend's departure had freed us from an invisible burden. Both of us knew that there was still a variable in the equation of our life but left it as always to the unfolding of situations.

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