Celina, my sister-in-law.
When this story began, my wife Micaela and I had been married for about 5 years, and we weren't having a good time around sex, it had become monotonous and especially predictable. That's why we were doing it less frequently and it was easier to find excuses not to do it. Around that time, a previous discussion before going to sleep over insignificant reasons was enough to avoid one of us from looking for the other. To be honest, I was also responsible for this... it had become almost like a job having relations with my wife... she would always spend her time giving instructions on what to do... what not to do... where to touch... where not to touch... and possibly exerting pressure on some incorrect point, which would make her stop everything in the middle of the act, followed by a brief discussion, and then we'd fall asleep with our pants still on without continuing. Sometimes it was even a relief to interrupt the act because I wasn't having a good time anymore.
With Celina, my sister-in-law, we always had an excellent relationship. Despite being 35 years old... two years older than us... she was single and still lived with her parents. I always felt that my wife's sister was more like me than my own wife. For example, we shared a taste for spending time watching action movies or sports events, whereas with my wife everything was romantic comedies and more cultured content. My sister-in-law was always more practical, more direct, and I always admired her for it. She is different from most women I know since she makes her decisions more based on reason than emotion. Physically, the sisters were not very similar either... although both share a characteristic dark skin tone typical of Latin women, while my wife has always been very thin... with scarce bust... but carrying a beautiful small and round bum... my sister-in-law has a more Latinized body type... wider hips and larger breasts... also longer and darker nipples... but I would discover that much later... although I can't deny that several times I sneaked a peek at the hard nipple filtration of my sister-in-law through some fine shirt during family gatherings. What happens is that one also desires what they don't have, and since I couldn't caress them at home, I couldn't help but desire those big breasts when they poked out through a neckline while offering me a salad bowl lunching at her parents' house.
I think the comfort was mutual and we always had attentions one for each other... then it started to be difficult to distinguish whether my relationship with her was normal between a brother-in-law and sister-in-law or if there was a special affection from her towards me... until it was normal to comment on every publication the other makes on social networks, until sending kisses and hearts to your brother-in-law is normal... are those long hugs normal or does she want to feel close? But it was impossible to know Celina's true intentions, it would be madness to throw myself at her with the risk of not being reciprocated and having serious problems with my wife... it was better to stay with doubts than to get hurt by this game for misinterpreting things.
Since Celina was single, she was very close to Micaela... another reason not to try absolutely anything... and all the time Micaela would propose joining our plans. If we went out to some bar to grab something to eat, she'd come with us, if we went to dinner sometimes we'd invite her and logically we'd spend many nights taking something and watching movies at their parents' house and chatting about life. Really, Micaela never considered her sister a threat to the couple, on the contrary, she always included her to spend time with us. For me, all that was like a stab in the gut because already shared so much time together and a thousand mice and fantasies ran from one side to the other inside my head... it's hard to go to the river with two women who desire... look at Celina and Micaela's ass in the sun and start imagining if it's possible... that for life's things, Celina likes being looked at... wants me to touch her... ? wants to try out her sister's man? but what if Micaela notices and acts dumb... ??? or else her sister is walking around my dick... just asked me to put cream on her shoulders... won't she notice ??? and if they want us all three together ??? no... no can be better, I'm getting in the water because it's getting hard just imagining it... are just my hot-headed nonsense.
I understand dear reader that many times I go off on tangents and you want to read the concrete facts, but before receiving a sentence, I wanted to explain the context... so I ask them to have patience...
Specifically, my intimate relationships with Celina began to solidify one night on Netflix... while my wife was present... actually it was an adult conversation at night taking Fernet with Coca... processing good and bad ideas...
and the swingers??
What's up with the swingers...?
- You'd go to a swingers' club, they told me there's one near the mall...? asked Celina...
- I if... or so it's not like I'm going to do anything (I'll just wait) but it generates curiosity in me to know what happens there...
- noooo not even crazy... you'll go alone... I won't get caught in that... said Micaela cutting off all my illusion of trying new experiences...
- but Mica we're just saying to go see... it's not going to happen, said Celina... I don't know I don't have anyone to go with but it gives me curiosity... more than anything to look... if I get in trouble who knows?
- go then... Micaela interrupted, uncomfortable... it seems to me that this whole polyamory thing is a big lie... if you want to be with some crazy woman, just go alone but don't complain when you come back and find the lock changed... my wife's sentence as if she were a woman born in 1910...
I was thinking inside myself... how nice it would be to go to a swingers club with Celina... you don't know what you're proposing...
A few days later, Micaela traveled to Buenos Aires province. Since a few months ago, she had started an e-commerce venture selling clothes. The business revolved around traveling to organized tours in the capital's fairs to buy clothes and resell them in our city. It was quite normal for me to spend at least one weekend a month alone at home due to this venture, time I mainly wasted playing video games and watching football matches lying on the couch. That Saturday afternoon, I was watching a Messi match against some unimportant rival when my cell phone interrupted my peace...
Want us to go??
What? Where?... pretended not to understand what it was referring to but caught on immediately that it was about...
To the swingers... let's go!!!
- haha you're crazy... do you want to take me down the wrong path...
- come on if we're not going to do anything bad, let's take something and just look... I'm not going to tell my sister anything... follow me
Ha ha, not obvious that not, but it would kill us both...
- okay... if you want we go but it's our thing, don't tell anyone, let me know when I should pick you up
No way... it's a secret between us two, kisses...
To know that we were going to go to a swinger only with Celina the cock started getting hard for me... I didn't want to make myself masturbate because I didn't want to release the adrenaline I had on top from not telling her how much I was carrying for her for a long time.
She asked me to pick her up at the door of her parents' house because she didn't want the nosy neighbors to see her getting into my car. So I was there on time with the car parked about 200 meters from her parents' house waiting for her...
It's getting late for me... wait for me, don't leave without me...(two kisses with hearts)
I put on music while waiting, inside me I felt very nervous despite having taken a drink before leaving the house to relax, I wasn't. I saw myself in the rearview mirror and could see Celina approaching the meeting point about 50 meters from the car... she was wearing a black leather pant suit that reflected the light of the street lamps... the sound of her high heels beige making echo in the solitude of the night... getting closer... getting closer... getting stronger... completing the set with a white shirt held up by a golden chain leaving her entire back exposed, indicating that she wasn't wearing a bra...
When I saw her, she was only making me cum with her massive cock twice and then quickly came to receive it...
-Sorry, sorry for the delay... I'm running late
There's no problem... the good things come later... you're very beautiful... I said...
She smiled, responded with a timid thank you, hugged me, pressing her chest against mine, and gave me a kiss on the cheek that although it must have lasted a second seemed to last an hour. I opened the car door and invited her to get in and she appreciated the chivalry...
Unfortunately, our lack of experience in the subject and our anxiety got us into a bad spot... or maybe destiny played in our favor... but when we arrived at the swinger club with many nerves and nervous conversations, we discovered that apparently life in that club started later than we imagined and the club wouldn't open for another two hours... with total disappointment and without intentions to end the night I decided to invite her to eat something so we wouldn't have to spend that waiting time with empty stomachs, which she quickly accepted.
Between the spicy potatoes and the beer rounds, the tension that had been floating in the air slowly dissipated and the conversation became fluid and relaxed again, just like it always was between us... after a couple of beers and private conversations, I found myself lost with my gaze fixed on the movement of her lips... shiny... thick... I imagined how those lips would savor my cock... I tried to hide my bad thoughts by looking away from her mouth but it got worse when I looked down and saw Celina's nipples marking her white shirt and my reaction was so obvious that she noticed and instinctively crossed her arm in front of her breasts almost as if giving me permission to look at them... we looked at each other in silence for one of those seconds that take decades and then I removed my arm from in front of her breasts almost as if I had gotten her approval to look... then I made my master move and took the courage to take her hand and started caressing it, slowly my hand was tracing her arm with gentle touches... we kept talking about unimportant topics... although we could have been talking about anything our minds were on my hand making love to her hand and wrist... luckily being seated no one could notice my erection...
It's late... we should go, she said...
Let's go... I told him...
Pay the bill while she went to the bathroom and we left the bar laughing and dizzy from the alcohol consumed, and again arriving at the local door after walking a few meters. I approached my hand to her hand that clung strongly. We walked a few meters towards the car and in the wait for the green light of the traffic light in an act of bravery I looked at her and kissed her...her lips were thicker than her sister's...our lips clashed with the contained fury of months wanting to crash...I searched for her neck and began to explore it with kisses and licks but she stopped me, asking please not...
Don't you want?
It's that if I want but we're on the street... besides this is for your butt... you're married to my sister... it's all crazy what's happening to us...
I didn't want to stop but I did, her no was enough to brake a madness that could get us into trouble... however the madness couldn't hold on for much longer and barely getting in the car we couldn't wait to kiss each other... quickly I attacked her neck... she gave sighs of moans and even if we hadn't taken off our clothes yet... I invited her to go to my house but she didn't accept... it didn't seem moral and ethical to her to be with me in the same bed where I slept with her sister. I told her it was okay but please let's go somewhere because I was dying to be with her... she replied that she also wanted and thanks to Google we found a hotel. On the way my hands ran over her belt buckle a hundred times and she responded by holding me tightly around the hard cock above her clothes...
In the hotel room we frenetically kissed under a red light, both of us joking that we definitely deserved hell for what we were doing but if this hotel room was hell then we wanted to live there forever... I was caressing her pubic area above her corset pants... it felt soft to the touch and warm and in my head I imagined that if it was that warm outside, surely inside that hermetic pant would find a wet, sweaty, and hot pussy... she had already undone my pants and was masturbating me according to the frenzy of my kisses and part of her neck this kissing... sometimes I had to ask her not to do it so fast or my cock would explode much earlier than time on her hand, and on top of her fully dressed... she must have realized because my pre-seminal liquid was already all over the palm of her hand.
Unzip his pants and she started to slide it down as if she were peeling off her ass from that pantalon...her cheeks were expanding while the pantaloon reached her thighs and left me seeing a small animal print thong with black elastic...
- you like... it's soft, she said
Certainly it was like a tiger skin imitation... soft to the touch but I was more interested in what was underneath that thong...
- You came prepared I said... I thought we were only going to look...
You never know... always have to be prepared she replied...
Despite maybe not having the perfect ass that her sister Micaela had and being a bit chubbier, the thrill of being with her was more powerful than any aesthetic prejudice, although I couldn't help but notice that probably her thong wasn't bigger than my wife's only that on a larger body it made the imitation skin get lost between the cheeks of her ass and cover little surface of her pubis in front...
- Do you like it? she asks again, turning around and placing her booty against my cock.
Again I had to contain that my fluids would come out and be expelled over Celina's Booty...
I love you... you drive me crazy I replied...
I incorporated and took her from behind, pushing my cock against her Booty at the same time as I introduced my hands under the shirt and massaged her breasts while kissing her neck, avoiding her hair obstructing my face. It had been a long time since you'd squeezed such big tits... her nipples were long and became even longer as I put them between my fingers and pressed them, causing her to moan and press herself harder against me...
You're a son of a slut... look what you're doing to me said she...
- I love you, I replied back
- Let's go to bed... I want you to hold me responded she...
He taken off the shirt that was already bothering and was running the risk of being destroyed in a fit of madness and passion, he reclined on his back while I got lost in her tits...
Do you like my tits... suck them, drink... see how beautiful tits I have?
I kissed her, ran my tongue over her brown nipple and every now and then gave a little nip that would drive her crazy...
- No, don't bite me... she was saying...
But every time I gave those tits a little nip, I felt like everything was convulsing for a hundredth of a second and that made me feel an enormous internal pleasure...
And if I bite your cock now? I ask her... one second before starting to suck it...
I was seeing his ass move up and down, down to up while feeling the soft massage of his mouth on my cock... I wanted to reach that ass with my hands and especially my fingers but couldn't do it...
- now with your sister they're going to be sisters-in-law for the weekend, I said in my heat...
Don't be a son of a slut, you're making me hotter, she replied, immersed in the gloom...
Again she reclined on the bed with her face up and slowly I began to pull down the thong's string as I kissed her breasts... her abdomen... her completely shaved Venus mound (another undeniable proof that this body was expecting visitors that night)... the protective center of the thong slowly came undone from her vaginal lips like opening two pages of a wet book... threads of her vaginal juices were separating as the thong went down and I could see how a white fluid had soaked her completely... there was a strong smell of pussy and that excited me more... I submerged myself in her pussy, sucking everything around it and savoring each corner with my tongue so intensely that she asked me to be gentle with her... I kept devouring the nectar from my sister-in-law's original packaging at desperate cries begging me to please do it slower but at the same time her moans and screams of pleasure told me to obey her body, not what her words were saying. I was introducing my index finger into her as we accompanied each other in dog-like licks over her clitoris and felt like her interior slowly came undone, giving way to my already wet finger... I licked around her clitoris and when I touched her most sensitive genital spot, I felt small spasms and like my finger was being imprisoned inside her vagina... then I couldn't help but imagine how it would feel if instead of my finger, it were my dick being imprisoned inside her and again I had to contain an internal spasm that put me on the verge of ejaculation once more...
I have to put it in her... I told her... I can't take it anymore...
If you put it in her, she said... get down... I'm going up...
She put herself on top, took my cock with one of her hands and put it between her lips... slowly sat down on me... when I saw my glans entering her, I tried to lift my body and push myself into her but she, with her hand on my chest, asked me to please do it slowly. Finally, with patience, she was able to insert me fully into her and we both remained quiet and enjoyed the moment of being completely united...
-mmm it's beautiful... I love having you inside...
I felt the warmth of her pussy... I couldn't believe it was happening... finally, she was inside my sister-in-law... my wife's sister... and I couldn't explain how so many things had happened for me to be the lucky one who could be with her sister... certainly, I felt special and the excitement of the morbo provoked that it wasn't just any screw... really, I enjoyed each thrust of hers on my cock and I think we both didn't want the screw to end...
He was hitting his ass with soft slaps, telling him that he was a slut who was screwing the brother-in-law...
- siiii, I'm a slut... I'm a slut she said while still riding me without stopping...
And the more she claimed herself as a slut, the more I would hit her in the ass to make her move and get my cock deep inside her as I felt my pubic area getting soaked from the juices her vagina was impregnating me with its backward and forward movements...
Suck my breasts, he said... do you want a tit drink? Suck them hard...
He suck on it and then place his nipples between the palm of my hands, causing them to stretch with each thrust of hers, and in just seconds she warns me that she's about to explode...
Son of a slut I'm going to come... finish me off...
Do you love me?... inside?
-drive me crazy... drive me crazy... I'm going to c... son of a whore I'm going to finish it
She finished before me... she strongly convulsed at the cry of 'yes' that I found her a slut mother while I still had my cum on the tip of my cock and couldn't get out... one last thrust... one more I said to myself and when half of my cock was outside of her, I thrust into her for the last time, discharging a stream of my cum inside her... without even pumping the rest of my cum, it came out alone mixing with her juices...
- oooooh my love that face I love it she told me while I was totally into her... I love you babyeeee
She falls exhausted on top of me, both of us lying breathless on the bed, looking at each other in the mirror under that red light, sweating and seeing in the ceiling mirror how the sheets were soaked although I couldn't decipher what was wetting the sheets was our sweat or our fluids...
Once everything ended, in silence while she was recovering her breath I couldn't help but notice that my sister-in-law didn't have such a good body as my wife, but the morbo and sexual tension that existed between us made it impossible for me to see that before we sent each other off.
I think she also got caught up in what we had done after we satisfied our desires... being sincere, both of us knew that both of us were looking for it... we wanted it... but once it was consummated, she had to live with her own conscience and guilty thoughts about what had happened. That night we let a lot of time pass during the hotel shift doing things like taking a bath and getting ready to go back home... we probably had enough time to do it again but I think both of us needed time to digest what had happened... the day after... what's left when you take off your...
When we were returning, despite trying to act naturally as if nothing had happened, it was clear that we had crossed that line and the climate became tense...I left her in the same place where I picked her up to look for her again.
Tomorrow I'll write to you... I told him...
-for what... replied she...
-Ugh, don't bother telling me how you are...
If he told me...
He got a kiss on the lips almost like a commitment and I saw her walking in the opposite direction from what I saw when I went to pick her up on that dark street... while she was leaving and I saw her ass going away from me again, I felt my cock getting hard and I couldn't help but start jacking off thinking about Celina...
Will continue???
When this story began, my wife Micaela and I had been married for about 5 years, and we weren't having a good time around sex, it had become monotonous and especially predictable. That's why we were doing it less frequently and it was easier to find excuses not to do it. Around that time, a previous discussion before going to sleep over insignificant reasons was enough to avoid one of us from looking for the other. To be honest, I was also responsible for this... it had become almost like a job having relations with my wife... she would always spend her time giving instructions on what to do... what not to do... where to touch... where not to touch... and possibly exerting pressure on some incorrect point, which would make her stop everything in the middle of the act, followed by a brief discussion, and then we'd fall asleep with our pants still on without continuing. Sometimes it was even a relief to interrupt the act because I wasn't having a good time anymore.
With Celina, my sister-in-law, we always had an excellent relationship. Despite being 35 years old... two years older than us... she was single and still lived with her parents. I always felt that my wife's sister was more like me than my own wife. For example, we shared a taste for spending time watching action movies or sports events, whereas with my wife everything was romantic comedies and more cultured content. My sister-in-law was always more practical, more direct, and I always admired her for it. She is different from most women I know since she makes her decisions more based on reason than emotion. Physically, the sisters were not very similar either... although both share a characteristic dark skin tone typical of Latin women, while my wife has always been very thin... with scarce bust... but carrying a beautiful small and round bum... my sister-in-law has a more Latinized body type... wider hips and larger breasts... also longer and darker nipples... but I would discover that much later... although I can't deny that several times I sneaked a peek at the hard nipple filtration of my sister-in-law through some fine shirt during family gatherings. What happens is that one also desires what they don't have, and since I couldn't caress them at home, I couldn't help but desire those big breasts when they poked out through a neckline while offering me a salad bowl lunching at her parents' house.
I think the comfort was mutual and we always had attentions one for each other... then it started to be difficult to distinguish whether my relationship with her was normal between a brother-in-law and sister-in-law or if there was a special affection from her towards me... until it was normal to comment on every publication the other makes on social networks, until sending kisses and hearts to your brother-in-law is normal... are those long hugs normal or does she want to feel close? But it was impossible to know Celina's true intentions, it would be madness to throw myself at her with the risk of not being reciprocated and having serious problems with my wife... it was better to stay with doubts than to get hurt by this game for misinterpreting things.
Since Celina was single, she was very close to Micaela... another reason not to try absolutely anything... and all the time Micaela would propose joining our plans. If we went out to some bar to grab something to eat, she'd come with us, if we went to dinner sometimes we'd invite her and logically we'd spend many nights taking something and watching movies at their parents' house and chatting about life. Really, Micaela never considered her sister a threat to the couple, on the contrary, she always included her to spend time with us. For me, all that was like a stab in the gut because already shared so much time together and a thousand mice and fantasies ran from one side to the other inside my head... it's hard to go to the river with two women who desire... look at Celina and Micaela's ass in the sun and start imagining if it's possible... that for life's things, Celina likes being looked at... wants me to touch her... ? wants to try out her sister's man? but what if Micaela notices and acts dumb... ??? or else her sister is walking around my dick... just asked me to put cream on her shoulders... won't she notice ??? and if they want us all three together ??? no... no can be better, I'm getting in the water because it's getting hard just imagining it... are just my hot-headed nonsense.
I understand dear reader that many times I go off on tangents and you want to read the concrete facts, but before receiving a sentence, I wanted to explain the context... so I ask them to have patience...
Specifically, my intimate relationships with Celina began to solidify one night on Netflix... while my wife was present... actually it was an adult conversation at night taking Fernet with Coca... processing good and bad ideas...
and the swingers??
What's up with the swingers...?
- You'd go to a swingers' club, they told me there's one near the mall...? asked Celina...
- I if... or so it's not like I'm going to do anything (I'll just wait) but it generates curiosity in me to know what happens there...
- noooo not even crazy... you'll go alone... I won't get caught in that... said Micaela cutting off all my illusion of trying new experiences...
- but Mica we're just saying to go see... it's not going to happen, said Celina... I don't know I don't have anyone to go with but it gives me curiosity... more than anything to look... if I get in trouble who knows?
- go then... Micaela interrupted, uncomfortable... it seems to me that this whole polyamory thing is a big lie... if you want to be with some crazy woman, just go alone but don't complain when you come back and find the lock changed... my wife's sentence as if she were a woman born in 1910...
I was thinking inside myself... how nice it would be to go to a swingers club with Celina... you don't know what you're proposing...
A few days later, Micaela traveled to Buenos Aires province. Since a few months ago, she had started an e-commerce venture selling clothes. The business revolved around traveling to organized tours in the capital's fairs to buy clothes and resell them in our city. It was quite normal for me to spend at least one weekend a month alone at home due to this venture, time I mainly wasted playing video games and watching football matches lying on the couch. That Saturday afternoon, I was watching a Messi match against some unimportant rival when my cell phone interrupted my peace...
Want us to go??
What? Where?... pretended not to understand what it was referring to but caught on immediately that it was about...
To the swingers... let's go!!!
- haha you're crazy... do you want to take me down the wrong path...
- come on if we're not going to do anything bad, let's take something and just look... I'm not going to tell my sister anything... follow me
Ha ha, not obvious that not, but it would kill us both...
- okay... if you want we go but it's our thing, don't tell anyone, let me know when I should pick you up
No way... it's a secret between us two, kisses...
To know that we were going to go to a swinger only with Celina the cock started getting hard for me... I didn't want to make myself masturbate because I didn't want to release the adrenaline I had on top from not telling her how much I was carrying for her for a long time.
She asked me to pick her up at the door of her parents' house because she didn't want the nosy neighbors to see her getting into my car. So I was there on time with the car parked about 200 meters from her parents' house waiting for her...
It's getting late for me... wait for me, don't leave without me...(two kisses with hearts)
I put on music while waiting, inside me I felt very nervous despite having taken a drink before leaving the house to relax, I wasn't. I saw myself in the rearview mirror and could see Celina approaching the meeting point about 50 meters from the car... she was wearing a black leather pant suit that reflected the light of the street lamps... the sound of her high heels beige making echo in the solitude of the night... getting closer... getting closer... getting stronger... completing the set with a white shirt held up by a golden chain leaving her entire back exposed, indicating that she wasn't wearing a bra...
When I saw her, she was only making me cum with her massive cock twice and then quickly came to receive it...
-Sorry, sorry for the delay... I'm running late
There's no problem... the good things come later... you're very beautiful... I said...
She smiled, responded with a timid thank you, hugged me, pressing her chest against mine, and gave me a kiss on the cheek that although it must have lasted a second seemed to last an hour. I opened the car door and invited her to get in and she appreciated the chivalry...
Unfortunately, our lack of experience in the subject and our anxiety got us into a bad spot... or maybe destiny played in our favor... but when we arrived at the swinger club with many nerves and nervous conversations, we discovered that apparently life in that club started later than we imagined and the club wouldn't open for another two hours... with total disappointment and without intentions to end the night I decided to invite her to eat something so we wouldn't have to spend that waiting time with empty stomachs, which she quickly accepted.
Between the spicy potatoes and the beer rounds, the tension that had been floating in the air slowly dissipated and the conversation became fluid and relaxed again, just like it always was between us... after a couple of beers and private conversations, I found myself lost with my gaze fixed on the movement of her lips... shiny... thick... I imagined how those lips would savor my cock... I tried to hide my bad thoughts by looking away from her mouth but it got worse when I looked down and saw Celina's nipples marking her white shirt and my reaction was so obvious that she noticed and instinctively crossed her arm in front of her breasts almost as if giving me permission to look at them... we looked at each other in silence for one of those seconds that take decades and then I removed my arm from in front of her breasts almost as if I had gotten her approval to look... then I made my master move and took the courage to take her hand and started caressing it, slowly my hand was tracing her arm with gentle touches... we kept talking about unimportant topics... although we could have been talking about anything our minds were on my hand making love to her hand and wrist... luckily being seated no one could notice my erection...
It's late... we should go, she said...
Let's go... I told him...
Pay the bill while she went to the bathroom and we left the bar laughing and dizzy from the alcohol consumed, and again arriving at the local door after walking a few meters. I approached my hand to her hand that clung strongly. We walked a few meters towards the car and in the wait for the green light of the traffic light in an act of bravery I looked at her and kissed her...her lips were thicker than her sister's...our lips clashed with the contained fury of months wanting to crash...I searched for her neck and began to explore it with kisses and licks but she stopped me, asking please not...
Don't you want?
It's that if I want but we're on the street... besides this is for your butt... you're married to my sister... it's all crazy what's happening to us...
I didn't want to stop but I did, her no was enough to brake a madness that could get us into trouble... however the madness couldn't hold on for much longer and barely getting in the car we couldn't wait to kiss each other... quickly I attacked her neck... she gave sighs of moans and even if we hadn't taken off our clothes yet... I invited her to go to my house but she didn't accept... it didn't seem moral and ethical to her to be with me in the same bed where I slept with her sister. I told her it was okay but please let's go somewhere because I was dying to be with her... she replied that she also wanted and thanks to Google we found a hotel. On the way my hands ran over her belt buckle a hundred times and she responded by holding me tightly around the hard cock above her clothes...
In the hotel room we frenetically kissed under a red light, both of us joking that we definitely deserved hell for what we were doing but if this hotel room was hell then we wanted to live there forever... I was caressing her pubic area above her corset pants... it felt soft to the touch and warm and in my head I imagined that if it was that warm outside, surely inside that hermetic pant would find a wet, sweaty, and hot pussy... she had already undone my pants and was masturbating me according to the frenzy of my kisses and part of her neck this kissing... sometimes I had to ask her not to do it so fast or my cock would explode much earlier than time on her hand, and on top of her fully dressed... she must have realized because my pre-seminal liquid was already all over the palm of her hand.
Unzip his pants and she started to slide it down as if she were peeling off her ass from that pantalon...her cheeks were expanding while the pantaloon reached her thighs and left me seeing a small animal print thong with black elastic...
- you like... it's soft, she said
Certainly it was like a tiger skin imitation... soft to the touch but I was more interested in what was underneath that thong...
- You came prepared I said... I thought we were only going to look...
You never know... always have to be prepared she replied...
Despite maybe not having the perfect ass that her sister Micaela had and being a bit chubbier, the thrill of being with her was more powerful than any aesthetic prejudice, although I couldn't help but notice that probably her thong wasn't bigger than my wife's only that on a larger body it made the imitation skin get lost between the cheeks of her ass and cover little surface of her pubis in front...
- Do you like it? she asks again, turning around and placing her booty against my cock.
Again I had to contain that my fluids would come out and be expelled over Celina's Booty...
I love you... you drive me crazy I replied...
I incorporated and took her from behind, pushing my cock against her Booty at the same time as I introduced my hands under the shirt and massaged her breasts while kissing her neck, avoiding her hair obstructing my face. It had been a long time since you'd squeezed such big tits... her nipples were long and became even longer as I put them between my fingers and pressed them, causing her to moan and press herself harder against me...
You're a son of a slut... look what you're doing to me said she...
- I love you, I replied back
- Let's go to bed... I want you to hold me responded she...
He taken off the shirt that was already bothering and was running the risk of being destroyed in a fit of madness and passion, he reclined on his back while I got lost in her tits...
Do you like my tits... suck them, drink... see how beautiful tits I have?
I kissed her, ran my tongue over her brown nipple and every now and then gave a little nip that would drive her crazy...
- No, don't bite me... she was saying...
But every time I gave those tits a little nip, I felt like everything was convulsing for a hundredth of a second and that made me feel an enormous internal pleasure...
And if I bite your cock now? I ask her... one second before starting to suck it...
I was seeing his ass move up and down, down to up while feeling the soft massage of his mouth on my cock... I wanted to reach that ass with my hands and especially my fingers but couldn't do it...
- now with your sister they're going to be sisters-in-law for the weekend, I said in my heat...
Don't be a son of a slut, you're making me hotter, she replied, immersed in the gloom...
Again she reclined on the bed with her face up and slowly I began to pull down the thong's string as I kissed her breasts... her abdomen... her completely shaved Venus mound (another undeniable proof that this body was expecting visitors that night)... the protective center of the thong slowly came undone from her vaginal lips like opening two pages of a wet book... threads of her vaginal juices were separating as the thong went down and I could see how a white fluid had soaked her completely... there was a strong smell of pussy and that excited me more... I submerged myself in her pussy, sucking everything around it and savoring each corner with my tongue so intensely that she asked me to be gentle with her... I kept devouring the nectar from my sister-in-law's original packaging at desperate cries begging me to please do it slower but at the same time her moans and screams of pleasure told me to obey her body, not what her words were saying. I was introducing my index finger into her as we accompanied each other in dog-like licks over her clitoris and felt like her interior slowly came undone, giving way to my already wet finger... I licked around her clitoris and when I touched her most sensitive genital spot, I felt small spasms and like my finger was being imprisoned inside her vagina... then I couldn't help but imagine how it would feel if instead of my finger, it were my dick being imprisoned inside her and again I had to contain an internal spasm that put me on the verge of ejaculation once more...
I have to put it in her... I told her... I can't take it anymore...
If you put it in her, she said... get down... I'm going up...
She put herself on top, took my cock with one of her hands and put it between her lips... slowly sat down on me... when I saw my glans entering her, I tried to lift my body and push myself into her but she, with her hand on my chest, asked me to please do it slowly. Finally, with patience, she was able to insert me fully into her and we both remained quiet and enjoyed the moment of being completely united...
-mmm it's beautiful... I love having you inside...
I felt the warmth of her pussy... I couldn't believe it was happening... finally, she was inside my sister-in-law... my wife's sister... and I couldn't explain how so many things had happened for me to be the lucky one who could be with her sister... certainly, I felt special and the excitement of the morbo provoked that it wasn't just any screw... really, I enjoyed each thrust of hers on my cock and I think we both didn't want the screw to end...
He was hitting his ass with soft slaps, telling him that he was a slut who was screwing the brother-in-law...
- siiii, I'm a slut... I'm a slut she said while still riding me without stopping...
And the more she claimed herself as a slut, the more I would hit her in the ass to make her move and get my cock deep inside her as I felt my pubic area getting soaked from the juices her vagina was impregnating me with its backward and forward movements...
Suck my breasts, he said... do you want a tit drink? Suck them hard...
He suck on it and then place his nipples between the palm of my hands, causing them to stretch with each thrust of hers, and in just seconds she warns me that she's about to explode...
Son of a slut I'm going to come... finish me off...
Do you love me?... inside?
-drive me crazy... drive me crazy... I'm going to c... son of a whore I'm going to finish it
She finished before me... she strongly convulsed at the cry of 'yes' that I found her a slut mother while I still had my cum on the tip of my cock and couldn't get out... one last thrust... one more I said to myself and when half of my cock was outside of her, I thrust into her for the last time, discharging a stream of my cum inside her... without even pumping the rest of my cum, it came out alone mixing with her juices...
- oooooh my love that face I love it she told me while I was totally into her... I love you babyeeee
She falls exhausted on top of me, both of us lying breathless on the bed, looking at each other in the mirror under that red light, sweating and seeing in the ceiling mirror how the sheets were soaked although I couldn't decipher what was wetting the sheets was our sweat or our fluids...
Once everything ended, in silence while she was recovering her breath I couldn't help but notice that my sister-in-law didn't have such a good body as my wife, but the morbo and sexual tension that existed between us made it impossible for me to see that before we sent each other off.
I think she also got caught up in what we had done after we satisfied our desires... being sincere, both of us knew that both of us were looking for it... we wanted it... but once it was consummated, she had to live with her own conscience and guilty thoughts about what had happened. That night we let a lot of time pass during the hotel shift doing things like taking a bath and getting ready to go back home... we probably had enough time to do it again but I think both of us needed time to digest what had happened... the day after... what's left when you take off your...
When we were returning, despite trying to act naturally as if nothing had happened, it was clear that we had crossed that line and the climate became tense...I left her in the same place where I picked her up to look for her again.
Tomorrow I'll write to you... I told him...
-for what... replied she...
-Ugh, don't bother telling me how you are...
If he told me...
He got a kiss on the lips almost like a commitment and I saw her walking in the opposite direction from what I saw when I went to pick her up on that dark street... while she was leaving and I saw her ass going away from me again, I felt my cock getting hard and I couldn't help but start jacking off thinking about Celina...
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