A few years ago, at my own house, one drunk night I had sex with my husband's brother. That night we had made a party at home and my husband had decided to leave with one of his neighborhood friends and stay drinking at his place. Of course I was furious because he had left me alone again with the responsibility of saying goodbye to everyone at home and cleaning up.
What my husband didn't know or hadn't remembered was that we had already told his brother earlier that he could sleep in the empty room on the first floor of our house.
I'm not going to lie, I was so furious with my husband that I went into the first-floor room myself and sat on the bed with my brother-in-law; he had taken off my shoes, I was barefoot in my short dress and knew very well that it looked sexy and provocative. I knew very well that I was playing with fire getting into a room with a man dressed like that, but as I said before, I was drunk and don't remember thinking about the consequences.
My brother-in-law was quite drunk, just like me, and as anyone would imagine, he got hard looking at all my legs uncovered. He came up to me first putting his hand on my thighs and then after a moment started kissing me on the mouth. We were both kissing on the bed so I only took a small movement for him to suddenly be on top of me, kissing me and putting his hand under my dress.
I remember that for a moment we felt a sound in the house and both of us stopped with fear that it might be my husband. I knew that my husband was at least going to take a couple of hours out with his friend, but neither could I be 100% sure he wouldn't come back.
Both of us were already too hot to stop and without saying a word we simply continued kissing and decided to take the risk. I think in that moment of madness, the risk of my husband finding us like that was what excited me most.
My brother-in-law pushed my thong down under the dress and up my legs, lifted my skirt, opened his pants, and so we were half-dressed, grabbing each other by the legs and he got in. It hurt a bit because of the roughness with which he penetrated me and because his member was super hard, but at the same time I couldn't deny that I liked it incredibly. We started having sex on the bed, of course it was very passionate, strong and even vulgar, but I was taken, crazy and in those moments that was exactly how I wanted him to take me.
The sex didn't last long, I imagine it was around 15 minutes but for me it was enough, I got rid of all the desire to have a vulgar and mundane sex. My brother-in-law started putting in more force, making louder moans and suddenly felt like he started coming inside me, hadn't put on a condom and actually could've gotten pregnant but I imagine he wanted to give himself a thrill. Luckily I didn't get pregnant.
I went to sleep in my room and felt like my husband arrived hours later, of course I pretended to be asleep so he wouldn't come near me. The next day, my brother-in-law and I met up with my husband in the kitchen for breakfast, naturally we both acted as if nothing had happened at all the night before.
What my husband didn't know or hadn't remembered was that we had already told his brother earlier that he could sleep in the empty room on the first floor of our house.
I'm not going to lie, I was so furious with my husband that I went into the first-floor room myself and sat on the bed with my brother-in-law; he had taken off my shoes, I was barefoot in my short dress and knew very well that it looked sexy and provocative. I knew very well that I was playing with fire getting into a room with a man dressed like that, but as I said before, I was drunk and don't remember thinking about the consequences.
My brother-in-law was quite drunk, just like me, and as anyone would imagine, he got hard looking at all my legs uncovered. He came up to me first putting his hand on my thighs and then after a moment started kissing me on the mouth. We were both kissing on the bed so I only took a small movement for him to suddenly be on top of me, kissing me and putting his hand under my dress.
I remember that for a moment we felt a sound in the house and both of us stopped with fear that it might be my husband. I knew that my husband was at least going to take a couple of hours out with his friend, but neither could I be 100% sure he wouldn't come back.
Both of us were already too hot to stop and without saying a word we simply continued kissing and decided to take the risk. I think in that moment of madness, the risk of my husband finding us like that was what excited me most.
My brother-in-law pushed my thong down under the dress and up my legs, lifted my skirt, opened his pants, and so we were half-dressed, grabbing each other by the legs and he got in. It hurt a bit because of the roughness with which he penetrated me and because his member was super hard, but at the same time I couldn't deny that I liked it incredibly. We started having sex on the bed, of course it was very passionate, strong and even vulgar, but I was taken, crazy and in those moments that was exactly how I wanted him to take me.
The sex didn't last long, I imagine it was around 15 minutes but for me it was enough, I got rid of all the desire to have a vulgar and mundane sex. My brother-in-law started putting in more force, making louder moans and suddenly felt like he started coming inside me, hadn't put on a condom and actually could've gotten pregnant but I imagine he wanted to give himself a thrill. Luckily I didn't get pregnant.
I went to sleep in my room and felt like my husband arrived hours later, of course I pretended to be asleep so he wouldn't come near me. The next day, my brother-in-law and I met up with my husband in the kitchen for breakfast, naturally we both acted as if nothing had happened at all the night before.
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