I slept with my beautiful sister-in-law.

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I sat on the edge of the bed, mechanically shuffling cards, my heart pounding like a drum. My wife and her older sister sat cross-legged on the bed in front of me, smiling at me. 　　"

My sister and I lost, so we have to drink a shot as punishment. You lost, so you have to drink two shots, okay?" My wife's sweet voice seemed to be right next to me, yet also very far away.

"Okay! But no cheating," I replied with a smile. I glanced at the two sisters on the bed.

The day before yesterday, they colluded to play cards, and I lost so much that I'd have to do the dishes for half a year. My wife was smiling at me, and my sister-in-law was smiling at me too, but their smiles seemed a little eerie. My heart was racing, and my conversation with my wife last night resurfaced in my mind.

"Brother...you don't care about me, you're bullying me..." My wife nestled in my arms, her face flushed, the blush from her orgasm still lingering. "You always make me feel like my bones are about to fall apart before you stop. You're bad! You're bad!" My wife pouted, gently tapping my chest, acting coquettishly.

We'd been busy with work before the New Year, and then guests came afterward, so it had been half a month since we'd made love. Tonight, my sister-in-law was staying at her parents' house for a chat with my mother-in-law, so we naturally wanted to seize the opportunity to be intimate. I'd been pent up lately, and I needed to release some pent-up energy. On

the third day of the Lunar New Year, two beautiful women lay in my bed, chatting and laughing all night. Meanwhile, I was on the bed in the study, completely erect, and even had a nocturnal emission while watching over my wife—it was truly embarrassing to tell anyone. What's most infuriating is that my wife ran into me in the bathroom last night. She gave me a mischievous smile, cuddled for a moment, but wouldn't let me have my way. She pinched my penis and ran away.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and I was very aroused. My wife was also quickly aroused, and after only a few dozen thrusts, she started to climax. I barely managed to withstand the sucking sensation during her orgasm. My nerves suddenly relaxed, and then it was my turn.

After some tender caresses to help my wife regain her strength, I began to ravage my playful wife.

Kissing and teasing her sensitive areas, thrusting at varying speeds, constantly changing positions. I made the woman beneath me go from panting to moaning, from reserved to wanton.

The pleasure of having complete control over a woman, giving her whatever she wants, is a hundred times stronger than simple ejaculation. I held my breath, constantly changing positions and techniques to conquer the woman beneath me.

"Brother...hold me..." I pretended not to hear my wife's repeated, subtle hints until she pleaded with a shy expression. Only then did I thrust in, pounding and pounding, each blow landing hard, ultimately ejaculating twice, giving my wife a second round. "

I don't even have the strength to move my fingers," my wife said, spreading her legs, gesturing for me to clean up the mess

she made. Although I knew perfectly well what my wife meant by this compliment, I couldn't help feeling incredibly proud. I knew she was telling me that she was conquered by me. A good woman is one who is easily satisfied, and even more so, one who gives a man a sense of accomplishment. The sense of accomplishment a man feels when he examines the land a woman has just conquered. My wife understands me well.

I gently wipe my wife's clitoris with a wet wipe, and she looks on with pleasure, letting me take advantage of the situation. I'm lasting longer and longer in bed, largely thanks to my wife's constant praise, which boosts my confidence.

"Ah!... You've made me want to go again, you're such a wolf that can't be satisfied," my wife scolds playfully.

"It's because you were only thinking about your sister's private conversations and sent me to the study. You haven't given me any time for days," I say with a wicked grin.

"Hmm, I wanted to too... I came as soon as you came in," my wife says shyly, trying to justify her earlier wantonness.

The pleasure of bringing my beloved woman to orgasm was even greater than my own, and I felt a surge of pride.

"I've had my fill, I can't do it again today," my wife said, pushing away my hands that were still caressing her. "You can't do it too often, it's bad for your health. You're over thirty, you should take care of yourself." My wife, now slightly calmer, reverted to her virtuous and gentle nature.

My heart stirred, and I pulled her close, caressing her back. "I want to fuck you for the rest of my life, and I'll fuck you again in the next!" These tender words, spoken so erotically, still touched her heart.

My wife embraced me, overcome with emotion: "Brother, I'm so lucky to have met you, I'm so fortunate." But for some reason, her mood dipped.

"What's wrong?" I asked, sensing the change in her emotions.

"Nothing much..."

"Did your brother not perform well just now..." I teased.

"Really nothing much..."

I didn't press further, but just hugged her tighter and caressed her. After a long while, my wife seemed to murmur to me, "I thought of my sister. She also said I'm lucky."

I was a little surprised, "Lucky? Isn't that good...?"

"But my sister's life is bad. She found such a man, a womanizer, and he wasn't good enough. He ruined her life. My sister suffered a lot. She's been a widow for so many years. Even when they were together, it was over in a few moments.

She's never experienced true happiness." The two sisters were very close and talked about everything. My wife had told me about these private matters of her sister-in-law before. I guess the purpose was to make me feel inferior and boost my confidence.

"It's okay, there are a lot of divorces these days. Your sister is a good catch, she won't have trouble finding a good man after the divorce..." I said.

"My sister is over thirty and has had a child, it's not easy for her to find someone she likes. She's also picky. In the years since we separated, the few friends she's dated were either after her money or her looks, none of them were sincere."

"Yes, most men her age aren't as well-off as your sister. Some of them are only after her house and money. Men in their thirties with similar financial means, cars and houses, who wouldn't want to find a young woman? Men in their forties with cars and houses are easy to find, but your sister doesn't want them." I analyzed.

"My sister said she's been living like a widow for ten years and doesn't want to continue living like one." My wife's words made my heart itch.

"A woman, wasting the best years of her life, what a waste of being a woman," my wife sighed softly.

"If only my sister could experience such an orgasm..." My wife's sudden remark left me speechless.

"Help my sister!..." my wife said.

My heart began to pound. In a daze, my wife asked me, "Is my sister pretty?"

"Both of you sisters are pretty," I answered cautiously, wondering to myself, "Did they find out about my online affair with my sister-in-law?"

"Then I'll share half of you with my sister, okay?" My wife's words left me petrified.

"Are you crazy?" I touched her head. "You don't have a fever?"

"Say something, don't you have feelings for my sister?"

Although my wife and I had used her best friend for sexual fantasies to spice things up, we had never directly fantasized about her sister. My wife wouldn't tolerate any disrespect towards her sister, and whenever I tried to steer the conversation in that direction, she would change the subject.

Our unspoken way of doing things was for my wife to tell me some of her sister's sexual secrets, such as the differences between her sister's and my wife's genitals, and her sister's first time. At that point, I would become very aroused. We persisted for a long time; for a while, my sister-in-law was practically our bedroom aphrodisiac.

But I was still a little embarrassed to openly express my feelings. I smiled awkwardly, like a child caught stealing candy, and remained silent.

"You think I don't know what you're thinking? Every time we make love, if I mention my sister, you get really shrewd."

"I know that, why do you still bring it up? I wouldn't be a man if I didn't get aroused," I retorted.

"It's all for you."

"You'd be willing to give me away?"

"It's not about giving me away, it's about sharing. My sister and I have been close since we were little, and we always share good food," my wife said with a smile.

"I'm not a lollipop."

"Help my sister, she's never had a real orgasm." My wife's voice sounded like a devil's temptation.

Even the most generous woman wouldn't be so generous as to share a man with another woman. I reminded myself, this is a trap. "Your sister is so beautiful, how could she lack men? You just don't know, you're worrying unnecessarily. Aren't there plenty of one-night stands these days..."

"My sister has never been with another man!"

"If she had, would she tell you! Silly girl."

"Really, my sister tells me everything. It's not that she hasn't thought about it, but she almost got raped when she went to meet him. She'll never dare to do it again."

"Oh? Really?" My penis started to stir.

"My sister said she was planning to sleep with that guy, but he was afraid she'd refuse, so he secretly drugged her drink, making her dizzy and vomit. That's why it didn't happen, and she's been too afraid to go on dates since; there are too many people online. I heard some people have even had things stolen and were blackmailed with nude photos. She's already admitted to all this, do you think she'd hide it from me?"

My head was getting increasingly muddled, and in my confused state, I seemed to hear my wife asking me, "Brother, do you like my sister? Do you want to have a relationship with her? Rather than letting some random guy sleep with my sister, it's better to let you have her. If you can make both my sister and me happy, I'll be even happier." -- My wife's voice was like heavenly music, and the locks on my heart were being unlocked one by one.

"Brother, you're so amazing, you can definitely make my sister a real woman, okay...?"

The devil's temptation exploded in my heart, and the devil within could no longer be suppressed. A voice echoed in my ear, "I want to fuck my sister-in-law, I want a threesome with my sister!"

I rolled over and pinned my wife beneath me. ————————————————

My wife, sister-in-law, and I sat cross-legged together, playing cards on the bed. I lost and drank two more sips of red wine. It was the glass my sister-in-law had just drunk from; I could still smell the fragrance of her lips.

My sister-in-law couldn't drink alcohol, and after a few sips, her face turned red. My wife's face also turned red; she was somewhat excited.

A large bottle of red wine was quickly finished, and I felt a little drunk myself.

My heart pounded, filled with anticipation...

"It's so hot..." my wife said.

"The wine's gone, what's the penalty?" my sister-in-law said casually.

"The loser has to take off a piece of clothing, okay?" my wife winked at me.

My sister-in-law silently shuffled the cards.

"It's decided then," my wife said.

After several rounds, I was wearing a vest. They were also disheveled; women have so many clothes. I started cheating.

My sister-in-law's clothes were taken off one by one. She looked a little shy, but her movements were elegant and composed. This scene of taking off clothes seemed to be the same as when my sister-in-law and I were making love on QQ. I thought to myself, feeling dizzy.

Finally, it was her underwear. My sister-in-law shyly squeezed her legs together. "No, no..." My wife and I said in unison, "A bet's a bet."

My wife pressed her hand into the gap, and "Ah..." My sister-in-law seemed to have lost all her strength, and she spread her legs. My wife pulled down my sister-in-law's underwear and handed it to me. "Here, don't let my sister take it back."

I greedily gazed at the body I had fantasized about countless times. Her breasts were small and firm, her abdomen flat without an ounce of fat. Most beautiful were her legs, long and sexy, the cleft between them so wide that even with her legs closed, the slit was clearly visible.

"My sister and I are completely different down there. My sister has a full pubic area, but I only have a few fine hairs," my wife whispered in my ear. At

some point, my wife also removed her last piece of clothing, gently pulling my sister closer and separating her legs.

My sister-in-law's face was flushed, and she stared at me intently. My wife parted her sister-in-law's labia and told me, "My clitoris is almost invisible, but my sister's is bulging out, and..." She then parted her own labia, "Look, my sister's labia minora are bigger than mine, and my labia majora are plump, like steamed buns."

Somehow, the parting of her sister-in-law's vulva became my hand, and I greedily stared at the vulva before me, already engorged and overflowing with vaginal fluid.

I swallowed hard.

Before me, the two sisters lay side by side, each using their hands to show me their most private parts, but my wife's was very clear and three-dimensional, while my sister-in-law's was somewhat blurry.

I greedily watched, sucking with my tongue and playing with it, my lower body already painfully hard. I pounced on her, thrusting into my wife with a storm of passion, and soon she was like a fish on a chopping board, desperately shaking her lower limbs.

After a shudder, my wife said to me in a soft voice, "I can't take it anymore, go do my sister..."

I turned my face to her; her face was flushed, her breasts were high and firm, her nipples erect, and her eyes were glazed.

"You can do it. You can make me orgasm even with my tight pussy, so you can easily ravage my sister's vagina after she's had children," my wife whispered in my ear.

My sister-in-law knelt on the bed, her back to me, her buttocks, which I longed for, were raised, and she looked back at me, her flower already blooming in the crevice of her buttocks. I felt a surge of heat building up inside me. I couldn't resist, so I knelt over and grabbed her hips.

My wife pressed close to my back, embracing me with her breasts. "Go! Fuck my sister."

My sister-in-law turned to look at me, her eyes alluring, and said, "Come on, fuck me."

My wife used her delicate hands to grasp my bulging penis, guiding it into her sister's body.

"Ah...so tight...so hot...and it's moving." As soon as I entered, I couldn't help but feel the urge to ejaculate. "What's going on? Why is it tighter than my wife's? Didn't they say it loosened up after childbirth...?" I wondered.

I desperately tried to control my desire, biting my lip, but it didn't work. I tried lifting my hips, but it didn't work. I tried distracting myself, but it didn't work. The urge to ejaculate was still intense. I panicked, my heart screaming, "I can't ejaculate, it's too embarrassing! I need to give my sister-in-law an orgasm, I need to make her feel like she's in heaven!"

I wanted to pull out of my sister-in-law's body to catch my breath, but my wife was pressing down on my back, and I couldn't move. My sister-in-law was moving, gently swaying her body, her vagina writhing. My feelings were growing stronger and stronger. "I can't ejaculate! I can't ejaculate!" I desperately held back, trying to pull out of my sister-in-law's body.

Suddenly, I woke up…

My wife was nestled in my arms, smiling sweetly in her sleep, her hand holding my penis. “I really need to change this habit of touching my penis while sleeping. What if I have a nightmare? I’ll be a eunuch!” I muttered.

“If only it hadn’t been a dream!” I sighed, unable to fall back asleep.

I had to turn this dream into reality! Although the erotic dream had given me a strong urge to sleep with my sister-in-law, I quickly calmed down. Emotions, morality, and custom held me back.

Moral: Although I know that given my sister-in-law's personality, if I used an alias to trick her into meeting me, whether I took advantage of her in the dark before she could react, or simply revealed our relationship and coerced her, she wouldn't say a word.

But I disdain and can't bear to do that. Over time, my sister-in-law and I have developed a friendship. She was unhappy in her marriage, marrying the wrong person. After the divorce, she has no other relatives. If I had ill intentions and treated her inappropriately, causing her to avoid me, unable to go back to her parents' home, and unable to contact her only close sister, it would be too painful for her. My conscience tells me I can't do that.

Emotion: I love my wife. She gave me everything, from our first kiss to our first time together. She trusts and relies on me so much, caring for me tenderly. She also gave me a smart child. With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for!

But I admit, I'm not a good man. I can't resist temptation. I know I'm betraying my wife, but when the opportunity arises, I can't control my desires. I've cheated on my wife six or seven times, always with the mindset of trying something new and not wanting to waste my life. After one or two times, I stopped. Including my wife, I've been with no more than ten women.

Although I'm not a good person, I still have a conscience. Every time I cheat, I feel guilty. I try my best to make it up to my wife, buying her gifts, spending all my time with her, and making love to her every day.

But this time, it's her sister. If I don't handle it well, it will hurt my wife. My love for my wife hinders my relationship with my sister-in-law, and my sister-in-law's sisterly affection for my wife will also hinder her relationship with me.

Customs: According to traditional Chinese customs, there are many taboos regarding the relationship between a brother-in-law and his wife, and between a sister-in-law and her husband. One cannot be frivolous or make casual jokes. There's a saying, "The brother-in-law carries his sister-in-law across the river, a laborious but thankless task."

Although my sister-in-law and I are about the same age—she's two years younger than me—according to custom, I have to call her "sister," just like my wife. As the eldest daughter with no brothers, she took care of her younger sister and did housework from a young age, developing a strong sense of responsibility.

My wife has relied on her since childhood, and it's become second nature. My sister-in-law unconsciously speaks and acts like a much older sister to me. Given her personality, our relationship initially could be described as respectful but distant. As we spent more time together, we gradually developed a friendship, but it was at most a platonic relationship, not romantic love. There was still a distance between us.

I was torn between desire and morality. Hesitant and indecisive, I finally decided to let love take the lead. If my sister-in-law liked me, I wouldn't hesitate to spend my energy and money to make her happy, both physically and financially. If she didn't love me, then I'd just treat it as a fleeting dream.

After the Spring Festival holiday, I went to the provincial capital for business and gave my sister-in-law a ride home. When the car stopped in front of her house, I took out my phone to call my wife to let her know I was safe and gave her a few more words of advice, as was my habit.

My sister-in-law got out of the car and waited for me to open the trunk. Seeing that I hadn't gotten out for a while, she laughed at me, saying I'd only been gone a short time and I was already reporting back. I smiled and explained that I'd driven off, afraid she'd worry.

Her expression was somewhat wistful. After a while, she told me that Xiaojing was a lucky person to have met me.

I knew she was being reminded of something painful, and my heart sank. I thought, such a good girl, yet her marriage is so unhappy.

My attraction to my sister-in-law was primarily physical. A man wouldn't be normal if he didn't feel sexually aroused by something sexy and beautiful. Emotionally, however, I felt nothing. I preferred my wife's gentle, submissive nature.

My sister-in-law's aloofness was exactly my type. She dated a man from a cadre family who was a student leader. He was vain and somewhat snobbish. Of all the boyfriends who pursued her, he was the shortest (she was taller than him in heels), and his demeanor wasn't good either. His only advantage was his family's wealth. It seemed like her choice of him was driven by vanity and a desire for money.

Later, after learning about her unhappiness from my wife, my opinion of her gradually changed.

I originally thought that because she dressed modernly and was a popular figure in school, with many suitors and several boyfriends, she must have been with many men. I assumed she chose her current husband because of his wealthy family and vanity.

It turns out the estimation was wrong. Although her sister-in-law had many suitors in the modeling team and had dated several men, she was still conservative at heart due to her strict upbringing. They hadn't had sex.

She lost her virginity during her sophomore summer vacation when she went home. Because students were on holiday, train tickets were hard to buy. One of her boyfriends, a student union officer with connections, helped her get a ticket. They had just started dating at that time. Because the guy was in the student union, he was eloquent and knowledgeable about national affairs, which her sister-in-law also liked to talk about, they became closer, but they hadn't officially become a couple.

The guy said he couldn't get a direct ticket to her home and advised her to change trains in the provincial capital first, which was normal, so they traveled together. Upon arriving in the provincial capital, her boyfriend invited her to visit his parents. Since her train ticket was for the next morning, she went.

That night, however, she slept in her boyfriend's sister's room; her sister was still at university. In the middle of the night, her boyfriend sneaked over. When she refused, he forced himself on her. The sister-in-law was clever enough to pretend she needed to call for her aunt, but whether her mother didn't hear her or pretended not to, no one came.

Because she was wearing pajamas, and her thin arms and legs were weak, her underwear was quickly stripped off, leaving her naked. She was too embarrassed to call for help. Unable to resist, she was defiled. Deep down, the sister-in-law was a traditional woman; once the deed was done, the relationship was officially established.

Later, my sister-in-law got married immediately after graduating from university. Of course, her husband helped her stay in a big city and found her a good job; it was probably a shotgun wedding. Her husband's family valued having children and wouldn't allow her to have an abortion, so she gave birth very early. Her in-laws were very concerned about the next generation, saying natural childbirth was better and the child would be smarter, so they didn't allow a C-section and she had a natural birth. She almost had a postpartum hemorrhage, which terrified my wife, who was taking care of her at the time.

I knew a little about my sister-in-law's marital problems; the source of this information was, of course, her sister, my wife.

After giving birth, her husband rarely had sex with her, and when they did, he often couldn't get an erection. Her husband said her vagina became loose after childbirth, but actually, he had been unfaithful during her pregnancy and had damaged his health.

So my sister-in-law planned to have vaginal tightening surgery because she'd heard from the older women at work that it was incredibly uncomfortable, like sex was like being cut with knives—the man felt good, but she suffered. So she didn't have the surgery, opting instead for vaginal suppositories and exercises to tighten her vagina.

However, she did have cosmetic surgery on her vulva because after childbirth, it looked unsightly. Now that her vagina is tight, her husband complains it's too tight, ejaculating in less than a minute each time. They haven't been getting along. When I visited her house, I saw a drawer full of empty bottles of a vaginal tightening solution and a bottle of Liuwei Dihuang Pills.

Because his sister-in-law was tall and his brother-in-law was short and thin, he was intimidated and couldn't get intimate with her. So he started seeing prostitutes, and strangely enough, he was able to have sex with them. He frequently visited prostitutes, but one time he was caught. Due to infighting within his workplace, he lost his job and went into business. With his family connections, making money was easy, but from then on, he became reckless and openly frequented prostitutes.

Keeping a college student as a mistress is somewhat understandable, but he kept a prostitute as a mistress and treated her like a treasure—it was truly despicable. His sister-in-law initially separated from him for the sake of the children and didn't divorce him until later.

I'm a very chauvinistic man, and I'm completely powerless against girls who are pitiful, coquettish, and unreasonable. My wife has completely figured me out in this respect, manipulating me at will. When she's being affectionate, I'll listen to whatever she says.

My sister-in-law's forced smile, masking her inner sorrow, has a powerful effect on me; a feeling of pity and a strong desire to help her well up from the bottom of my heart.

I carried the things we and my mother-in-law had given me to my sister-in-law's apartment upstairs, not leaving immediately to go to work, but staying to help her tidy up. The weather is warming up, things have thawed, and many things need repair.

It's really not easy for a woman to live alone. Chopping ribs, repairing the newly arrived local chicken, defrosting the refrigerator, fixing the malfunctioning water dispenser, and maintaining the computer system. I was busy all morning, and only left after lunch.

During the few days I was traveling for business in the province, I would go to her house to help her with chores whenever I had free time. I was also more attentive to helping my sister-in-law with her stock trading. After the holiday, the stock market rebounded, and our income was quite good, which made her much happier. Our relationship also underwent a subtle change.

Originally, according to custom, I called her "elder sister." She called me by my first name. Once, when we went out to buy things for my wife, I called her something, but instead of calling her "elder sister," I blurted out "Xiao Juan" (my wife's name is Xiao Jing, and hers is Xiao Juan; both are pseudonyms). After she came out, she gave me a disapproving look and said, "No manners! Call me 'elder sister.'"

I joked, "With so many people around, calling you 'Big Sister' makes it seem like you're old. That's disrespectful." Seeing her smile, I pressed my advantage, saying, "Actually, I'm older than you. You should call me 'Brother.' You've been taking advantage of me all these years." We both laughed.

From then on, we both called each other by our first names, and I stopped calling her "Big Sister."

Just when I was hesitating, unsure how to break through this barrier, a sudden turn of events made me finally make up my mind.

After the Spring Festival, Valentine's Day was fast approaching. I had already finished work and returned home. On Valentine's Day, I wanted to say something ambiguous to my sister-in-law, to test the waters, but at the last minute, I hesitated. In the end, I vaguely sent her a text message wishing her a happy Lantern Festival or Valentine's Day.

That evening, my wife and I returned from watching the lanterns (it was also the Lantern Festival). I hugged her and we were whispering sweet nothings when a phone call came in with New Year's greetings. After hanging up, my wife thought of her older sister and felt sorry for her sister being lonely on Valentine's Day/Lantern Festival, so she called her.

To my surprise, my sister-in-law told my wife that she was at xxx bar with a female classmate. The surroundings sounded chaotic, and my sister-in-law's voice sounded a little drunk. My heart skipped a beat.

I knew xxx bar; it was a bar and disco, relatively upscale, but also a notorious hotbed for one-night stands among white-collar workers. The people there were quite open-minded. It was a mixed bag, somewhat chaotic, and sometimes people were even on drugs.

Worried, I asked my wife about this female classmate's background. It turned out she was my sister-in-law's classmate in college, quite a show-off, now owns a clothing store, and is divorced.

My heart sank. I thought, "Oh no! Valentine's Day, going to a bar like this, with two sluts, it'll be a miracle if they come back unharmed. At best, they'll have a one-night stand and end up in a hotel room; at worst, they'll get drugged, raped, or even gang-raped."

The plot of the novel *Young Wife Bai Jie* involuntarily flashed through my mind. Bai Jie and Sun Qian, two young wives, were drugged and seduced in a disco, and Bai Jie ended up being thoroughly violated by Dongzi at Sun Qian's house.

But as her brother-in-law, I couldn't say anything. On this day, going to a place like this, it was obvious they were looking for trouble. I felt a pang of jealousy, but for some reason, I was also excited. My lower body was rock hard.

The thought of my aloof and arrogant sister-in-law possibly being fucked by someone else filled me with a bittersweet mix of excitement and a powerful, indescribable feeling. I couldn't resist stripping my wife naked and throwing her onto the bed. I fucked her hard, completely absorbed, with tremendous force, and soon I ejaculated.

I finally understood why so many people are so enthusiastic about novels about humiliating other men's wives or girlfriends.

In the past, imagining myself fucking my sister-in-law felt incredibly exciting. Now, the thought of her being fucked by someone else made me even more excited.

After ejaculating, my wife went to the bathroom to wash up, and I couldn't resist calling my sister-in-law—her phone was off! My heart sank. Oh no, I really did it! My head was spinning, my heart felt empty, a agonizing pain like a hundred claws tearing at my soul. Why wasn't I braver and slept with her sooner? If I had satisfied her, she wouldn't have gone out looking for thrills. I'm filled with regret.

I try hard not to think about my sister-in-law, but I can't control my thoughts.

My sister-in-law is probably drunk right now, lying on the sofa, her alluring jeans being slowly pulled down by some man. Thinking about this, my heart aches, yet there's also an indescribable excitement.

I don't know why, perhaps it's the evil deep in my soul, perhaps it's my unwillingness to accept my sister-in-law's promiscuity, but what comes to mind isn't the pleasure of a one-night stand, but rather the scenes of drugging and gang rape in bars, nightclubs, and private rooms from pornographic novels.

The classic rape novel, "Girlfriend's Rape Show," floats into my mind. I really love this novel. The first time I read it, I was incredibly excited and masturbated many times (my wife wasn't home). I remember every single plot point clearly.

The thought of my sister-in-law probably being stripped naked, struggling helplessly, her beautiful long legs spread wide apart by two men, her genitals being manipulated, filled me with uncontrollable excitement. My penis, which had just ejaculated, quickly became erect again.

When my wife returned, she nestled into my arms and gasped in surprise at how quickly I regained my erection.

I pressed her down, spread her legs, and began to manipulate her freshly washed genitals. She had just washed up and smelled wonderful, so I couldn't resist kissing her. My wife initially refused (she said oral sex was dirty), but after struggling, she couldn't resist and her body responded, so she let me do as I pleased.

I had ejaculated quickly, so my wife hadn't reached orgasm. Being an old married couple, we didn't have any inhibitions, and after a while of teasing, she couldn't control herself.

I imagined my sister-in-law being "trained" in the same way, and I became incredibly excited. Ignoring my wife's hints, I continued to tease her until she begged me to stop, and only then did I enter her! Because I had just ejaculated, I lasted a long time, until my wife had orgasmed twice before I finally ejaculated.

Afterwards, I lay down next to my wife, intending to rest, but I couldn't fall asleep; my mind was filled with thoughts of my sister-in-law. I couldn't help but wonder what she was doing right now. I didn't want to think about it, but I couldn't stop.

My sister-in-law has such a great model figure; she's bound to attract attention at a disco. It's such a chaotic place, with all sorts of people, and people often take drugs there. I've heard that women who take ecstasy experience heightened libido, blurred consciousness, and actively seek out sex.

Wasn't that A-League player nicknamed "Golden Necklace" who "slept with" the modeling competition champion at a disco using ecstasy?

The famous selfie about ecstasy pills flashed before my eyes, the scene from "Aussie Duck Dutch Girl Mainland Discohi": the girl also had a thin figure like an older sister-in-law, and was obviously on ecstasy pills, her head shaking involuntarily, oblivious to the countless hands touching her and so many people taking pictures of her with their phones. Finally, her shorts were stripped off, leaving her completely naked. She was picked up, her legs spread apart, and someone even touched her...

"My sister-in-law is so beautiful, someone will definitely target her and drug her. She's probably been tricked into taking ecstasy and is delirious. My sister-in-law has such a great figure, her movements will definitely be attractive, and she'll be stripped naked soon. Her legs are so wide apart, someone will definitely want to touch her genitals..." My filthy thoughts came one after another, and I couldn't suppress my excitement! My penis became erect again.

So, amidst my wife's gasp, I entered her body once more. This time it lasted longer, and my wife used all her strength to finally pull me out. She was very satisfied with my Valentine's Day performance and quickly fell asleep in my arms, exhausted, unaware of why I had done it.

My wife was asleep, but I couldn't sleep. My sister-in-law was still on my mind.

I'd heard that in some bars, some girls take ecstasy and get laid all night. With her great figure and all that allure, I wondered how many men would want to sleep with her. Thinking about this made my heart clench, a sharp pain gripping me. I couldn't bear it any longer. I got up and went to the bathroom to call my sister-in-law's cell phone.

Still switched off!

My heart turned cold; the excitement and impulse were gone, replaced only by pain. I called her landline. It rang for a while, and then my sister-in-law's sleepy voice answered. It was like hearing heavenly music! I was too excited to speak.

She was quiet, as if no one else was around, and given her personality, she wouldn't be comfortable inviting someone to her house for a one-night stand. A weight lifted from my heart; it felt like I'd lost something precious and found it again.

"Who is it?" my sister-in-law asked.

"I..."

"It's so late, what's wrong?"

"I'm worried about your safety going out alone..." I said.

My sister-in-law cried, saying, "Today, I'm all alone."

I comforted her for a long time.

It turns out that because of the Lantern Festival, the child had been taken to his grandparents' house for the holiday, leaving only his sister- in-law at home, who was very sad. Around that time, her classmate asked her to go out, and she agreed (she had bought clothes from her shop a few times and they had established contact).

At the bar, feeling down, she drank a little and noticed that the male companions her classmate brought had ulterior motives, constantly urging her to drink. The classmate also urged her to drink, so she became suspicious. Later, feeling they were getting a little too forward, she excused herself to go to the restroom and ran away. Her classmate kept looking for her, so she turned off her phone and went home. This kept me worried and excited for half the night, while my wife got the better deal; I had sex three times in a row, and each time I was very hard.

However, upon reflection, I felt a bit scared. My sister-in-law's words implied fear of several men surrounding her. Did that mean that if it wasn't four men and two women, but just two, she would accept a one-night stand? I was uncertain and decided to act quickly!

This experience brought us even closer. I knew my time

with my sister-in-law wasn't far off. Even when I was dating my wife, I had a strong sexual urge towards her sister. It wasn't her status as my sister-in-law that aroused ambiguity, nor was it greed or lust; it wasn't a desire for a threesome with the sisters. It was simply that my sister-in-law's appearance touched a deep, sensual nerve within me.

Although she was my sister-in-law, she was actually two years younger than me. My sister-in-law isn't as pretty as my girlfriend. She has an oval face, thin, tattooed eyebrows, slightly upturned almond-shaped eyes, and a small, always-pursed mouth beneath a straight nose. With her smoky eye makeup, she gives off a haughty and aloof vibe, which isn't my type. What arouses my sexual desire is my sister-in-law's figure.

(My sister-in-law's eyes and eyebrows somewhat resemble those of the famous actress Ryoko Mitake, but she doesn't have Mitake's sexy, full lips. Instead, she has small, thin lips, which give her a cool and slightly foxy look, rather than the sexiness of full lips, which is a bit of a shame.)

My sister-in-law is very tall, about 1.74 meters, and is the slender type. Her breasts are not large but very perky. Her waist is very thin, barely a handful, and her pelvis is shallow and wide, with her thighs spread wide, almost a hand's width between them. Her round, firm buttocks are divided into two semicircles that stick out backward. Her thin waist widens abruptly at her hips, making her waist and hips even more prominent.

Below her perky buttocks are two straight and well-proportioned long legs, which are very long, even exceeding the golden ratio of 0.618, which is a bit too long. Because of the wide gap between her thighs, her thighs weren't thick, without an ounce of excess fat; they were slender and round, like two jade pillars extending to her knees. The transition between her hips and legs was abrupt, emphasizing the roundness and perkiness of her small bottom. Unlike some models whose legs appear long and slender from the front, but turn into inverted triangles of calves from the side when they turn around. Her legs widened towards the top, forming a flat bottom.

Her calves were very straight, fitting together perfectly; reportedly, during university model auditions, she was one of the few standard models who could hold a book between her calves without it falling. Her mother-in-law was very proud of her "baby-holding" ability. The muscles in her legs were well-developed, and wearing high heels further accentuated the beautiful curves of her calves.

My sister-in-law was on the school's modeling team in college and even won awards in college competitions. We still have DVDs of her competitions and performances at home. By today's standards of beauty, she's not considered very sexy. She's not voluptuous, her breasts aren't large (she's taken a lot of supplements but they haven't grown, which she always regrets), and her hips aren't fleshy.

She's quite tall but weighs only a little over 100 pounds—not exactly a stunning figure. Some people say models are just clothes hangers, not really comfortable to be around. But for me, it was a different story.

During my adolescence, the economy wasn't as developed. There were no computers to see pictures of beautiful women nude, and television didn't have as many beautiful women and sex scenes. There were no DVD players to watch Japanese AVs (the VCRs were blurry, and the women were all ugly). The only time I saw anything a little revealing was in celebrity calendars, especially those with models in swimsuits. Then there were the swimsuit shows from various beauty pageants on TV. They were what awakened my sexuality. Therefore, I have a deep-seated fascination with models. What

was even more alluring was that my sister-in-law not only had a perky butt, but also a wide gap between her legs, roughly a hand's width between her thighs (estimate, never actually measured). Wearing low-waisted, high-elastic jeans, her entire vulva was tightly constricted, outlining its shape.

Her mons pubis was prominent, her low waist exposed her snow-white belly, and even the pubic hair around her mons pubis was barely concealed. When she walked, her hips swayed from side to side, the mysterious triangle area sparking the imagination.

From behind, it was even more alluring; her small, round buttocks were taut and arched backward by the jeans. Her buttocks were spread wide, and her jeans sank deep inside. Her slightly upturned buttocks and the bulging flesh of her vulva nestled between them were incredibly alluring. While most people who wear jeans also wear sneakers, my sister-in-law preferred high heels, and very high heels at that. Wearing high heels, her calves were straightened, and her buttocks involuntarily arched backward. From behind, her high, full buttocks seemed ready for rear-entry penetration at any moment.

I have a strong interest in rear-entry penetration, an interest stemming from watching pornography in my youth. Back then, there were no VCDs, let alone computers. While my parents were out attending a wedding, I used a secretly made key to open the bedside table, took out the pornographic videotapes they had hidden, and secretly watched them.

I remember those videotapes: one was a pornographic version of "Dream of the Red Chamber," another was about foreign orgy, and the third was about Japanese group sex. The first time I watched porn, I was completely shocked and stunned. My heart was pounding, my penis was painfully hard, and my face was bright red. These real-life videos gave me a strong thrill at the time. But they didn't leave much of an impression later. However, one particular Category III film strongly influenced my sexual preferences.

This film was featured on SIS Adult Video, called "Mandarin Rape, Gang Rape, and Drugging; the Female Lead is Super Beautiful." Back then, most pornographic videos didn't have attractive female leads, and even after multiple re-recordings, the picture quality was poor. This film had clear visuals, a beautiful female lead, a storyline, and was in Mandarin, which I could understand. I remember it very clearly.

It tells the story of a girl who was raped, gang-raped, and drugged. The most exciting part for me was at the beginning, when the girl was out for a trip and was caught and raped by two men in a pavilion in the mountains. She was pinned to a table, her buttocks raised, and her pants were pulled down from behind to her calves, and then she was penetrated from behind! She lost her virginity. Later, there was a close-up of blood, indicating that she was a virgin. I was only 16 at the time, and I almost had a nosebleed after watching it. It left a strong impression on my mind.

After watching that film, whenever I went out and saw a woman with a perky butt wearing jeans, I couldn't help but imagine that if I stood behind her and inserted my penis, I could fuck her. I couldn't help but feel excited. I had fantasized about many beautiful long-legged girls with perky butts wearing jeans on the street. Especially the scene with the beautiful kindergarten teacher in jeans, bending over to pump up tires on a bicycle. I watched from behind, fantasizing, my hand in my sweatpants pocket, secretly pinching my penis—I almost ejaculated! After that, I developed a special interest in long-legged beauties in jeans, and I collected all the jeans-themed videos from the Liu Yi series.

I have a strong sexual urge towards models, long-legged beauties with perky butts in jeans. My sister-in-law happens to be a model, with long legs, a perky butt, and she loves wearing jeans! Meeting such beauties frequently and being able to have close contact with them, it's almost impossible not to feel aroused and sexually aroused.

When she was washing dishes and brushing her teeth, I would often intentionally squeeze in next to her. The kitchen was narrow, so I could just brush

against her buttocks without her noticing anything amiss. I felt that we were about the same height, so inserting myself from behind would be just right. What's worse, that summer my sister-in-law often wore a pair of "drawstring jeans." I don't know what these jeans are specifically called, but they're the kind where the zipper in the front has been replaced with something like shoelaces! I remember Shu Gao from Hunan TV wearing similar drawstring jeans, and when I watched the show, I immediately got an erection.

My sister-in-law was wearing jeans like these, but the difference was that hers had a very large slit, extending all the way down to her crotch. She tied them together with leather rope, like shoelaces, in a knot resembling a wheat ear. To my lecherous eyes, from a distance it looked like pubic hair or a bulging mons pubis; up close, it looked more like a split vulva!

I suspect my sister-in-law didn't know better and bought foreign sexy lingerie. Because it's so erotic, I suspect that if the knot loosened even slightly, she could have sex without even taking her pants off. (In foreign countries, black leather miniskirts are synonymous with prostitution, but many women in China wear them as fashionable, causing some foreigners to call home from Shanghai saying, "I've wandered into a huge red-light district!")

That summer was painful for my little brother. My girlfriend and I had just officially started dating, and I didn't dare to be frivolous. She was conservative, so we could only hug and kiss; I didn't even dare to touch her breasts. Plus, she had a seductive older sister. Every night when I got home, my little brother was rock hard. After masturbating and ejaculating, my sphincter would ache slightly (it was so pent up).

Almost every night, I would fantasize about the two sisters, or masturbate repeatedly while looking at their photos and watching her sister's VCDs. It often took several times to calm down. Sometimes my little brother would even get chafed raw.

However, although I fantasized about my sister-in-law, I was very respectful and restrained in real life. I never made any dirty jokes or took advantage of her. According to traditional customs, it's okay to joke with your sister-in-law sometimes, but you have to respect your sister-in-law.

At the time, I was pursuing my girlfriend relentlessly, and if I lost control even slightly, I might lose everything. "Two birds in the bush" is a proverb, and between my two sisters, I valued my girlfriend more. I really admired Xiao Zhao from books and TV shows—a pure, innocent girl like Shuang'er, with a strong virginity complex.

My dream girl had long, beautiful black hair, wore a white dress, and had a gentle personality, always nestled against me like a little bird. Whenever I met a girl like this, I felt a strong urge to cherish and protect her, and my girlfriend was that type.

One possessed the purity of a young girl, the other the allure of a mature woman. While I also liked mature women, this preference was purely physical. Just because you like mature women doesn't mean you have to find a divorced woman, right? Although my sister-in-law wasn't married at the time, I felt she was no longer a virgin.

Even if she were, from a societal perspective, it was unlikely she'd succeed in pursuing her older sister over her younger sister. Therefore, my feelings for her were always just fantasies, nothing more than wishful thinking; I had no real intentions. Later, after graduating from university, she married a senior student who helped her stay in the provincial capital, find a good job, and get married. With less contact, I stopped missing her.

I knew she often played a certain game, so I created an account, bought good gear, and tried to seduce her. It was a casual game, not much PvP, mostly chatting. I often protected her, and we gradually became friends. We talked about life and things in general (I knew her hobbies and I could talk a good game), and we got along very well. We even got married in the game. Later, we added each other on QQ. I used a new QQ number, and my sister-in-law didn't use her usual number to contact her family; instead, she used a QQ number for external communication.

(Some people worry that QQ now displays IP addresses and geographic locations, so aren't they afraid of being identified? I set up a high-speed proxy on my own hosted server, so my sister-in-law always thought I was from XX. The proxy is fast; voice and file transfers aren't delayed. Unlike other software, QQ shows the other person's location based on their proxy IP, unlike others which only show the proxy they're using.)

We chatted frequently, and our relationship grew closer. Our topics became increasingly intimate, and later I invited her to a cohabitation website. Through this, we gradually explored sensitive topics like sex and online sex.

Recently, we finally made a breakthrough! I first used text to arouse her to orgasm on QQ! Then, we proceeded step by step. Under my gradual guidance, my sister-in-law and I had video sex several times (neither of us showed our faces; I used a voice changer and voice-changing software, so she couldn't recognize me).

It was so exciting!

Seducing someone I knew while masked, especially my wife's sister—she didn't know me, but I knew her. The psychological thrill and pleasure were incomparable to having sex with ordinary online friends!

Using QQ to seduce the person I fantasized about, and then getting her online, was incredibly exciting.

The first time I talked about sex with my sister-in-law on QQ, even though it was text, my hands were still trembling with excitement.

The first time I video-had sex with my sister-in-law on QQ, my voice was distorted with excitement; my throat was hoarse, and I kept stuttering.

I usually masturbate for at least ten minutes, but with my sister-in-law watching and hearing her moans and pleas of "Hurry up, I want it, fuck me!", I ejaculated in less than ten minutes.

I never imagined that my usually aloof and serious sister-in-law, who never smiles when she speaks to me, is so seductive and has such a strong sex drive.

It was so exciting! My usually stern and unsmiling sister-in-law opened up to me, revealing her innermost secrets and talking about her sexual experiences and fantasies

. She was so excited! Normally aloof and arrogant, she was completely submissive to me, obeying my every command. She spread her labia for me to see, walked the runway like a model, and even masturbated in front of the camera on the bed, looking

so proud of herself. Despite my brother-in-law's constant boasting about his status (I sometimes need him to make connections in business; he was the student union secretary in school and now holds a minor official position, but he's keeping a prostitute and separated from my sister-in-law, possibly getting a divorce, which is why I don't feel guilty about seducing her), he's utterly useless in bed! My sister-in-law praised my penis, saying it was the biggest she'd ever seen!

Hehe, in my excitement, I'm rambling a bit. Wait a minute, let me organize our text chat history, remove the private parts, and show it to everyone. I managed to get my sister-in-law to orgasm just through text.

Showing off? Absolutely!

But I still don't dare to actually sleep with her. Although she's hinted at a one-night stand, I'm worried about her recognizing me if we meet.

Give me some advice: should I meet her for a one-night stand? My priority is not to ruin my family. I love my wife very much, but I can't resist the temptation of something new and occasionally cheat. Each time, I buy my wife a lot of things to make up for it. All my business income is handed over to me, and my wife manages the accounts.

I don't want to hurt my wife, but I really want to try my sister-in-law. Any suggestions? Should I meet her and expose our relationship?

The chat logs on QQ where my sister-in-law talks about orgasms are all under pseudonyms, and the content has been heavily edited and deleted to avoid exposure. The methods aren't very novel; many of the phrases were used before when flirting with female moderators. User: All Groups (QQ Friends) ======================================================= Message Group: My Friends (6) ===================================================== Message Type: Chat History ========================================================————————————————– Message Item: 顰兒(xxxxxx)————————————————– 2008-11-22 20:01:09 Wheatfield Watcher Let's go to Love Apartment and live together! (URL filtered out) 2008-11-22 20:01:12 Ah, Sorry? You can live together online? 2008-11-22 20:01:18 Wheatfield Watcher, not only can you live together, you can even have children? 2008-11-22 20:01:32 Sorry faints [emoji] 2008-11-22 20:01:41 Wheatfield Watcher, register quickly! We're married, but we haven't consummated our marriage yet. 2008-11-22 20:01:47 Sorry, go to hell, I'm vomiting [emoji] 2008-11-22 20:01:53 Wheatfield Watcher! You had a baby so quickly? 2008-11-22 20:02:02 顰儿 [Picture] Beat up 2008-11-22 20:02:13 麦田守望者 This is called spiritual cohabitation... Come on, let's buy a big villa. 2008-11-22 20:02:22 顰儿 is registering. 2008-11-22 20:02:28 麦田守望者 mm, let's go live together in Love Apartment! gg, can you fight? Ah! Fighting again?! Yeah, I can fight. I fought when I was in sixth grade, and I beat a first grader so badly he ended up in the hospital for two days. Awesome! How are you doing? Well, I was in the hospital for four days. Get lost! Useless Man 2008-11-22 20:02:32 Qin'er Haha... 2008-11-22 20:02:43 Qin'er The so-called "online cohabitation" refers to virtual cohabitation on the internet, that is, two netizens who have never met in person, based on information provided online, get along, fall in love, live together, and even get married and have children online. Is this what you're talking about? 2008-11-22 20:02:51 Wheatfield Watcher Yes, this is very popular now. 2008-11-22 20:03:12 Qin'er It seems I'm out of touch. 2008-11-22 20:03:23 Wheatfield Watcher You are indeed out of touch. Not only can you live together online, but you can also have sex and have children? 2008-11-22 20:03:33 Qin'er? We can still have sex? How do we do it online? 2008-11-22 20:03:36 Wheatfield Watcher, want to try? 2008-11-22 20:03:41 Qin'er, you know how? 2008-11-22 20:03:48 Wheatfield Watcher, shall we learn together? 2008-11-22 20:03:53 Qin'er, go to hell! 2008-11-22 20:04:02 Wheatfield Watcher, wait a minute, if I arouse you to the point of burning with desire, don't blame me! 2008-11-22 20:04:15. Hey, let's see what tricks you have up your sleeve! The teasing begins. Wheatfield Watcher: Come on. Let's use the allure of words and imagination to enter each other's bodies and indulge our desires. Wheatfield Watcher: Is anyone home? Hey: No, you won't succeed. I'm frigid. Wheatfield Watcher: Let's have a good chat! A heart-to-heart exchange. You draw the curtains and lock the door. Hey: Stream of consciousness? Wheatfield Watcher: You hold your breath and stare at your screen. Hey: Yes, I'm watching. Let's see what tricks you have up your sleeve. Wheatfield Watcher: Darling. I'm coming… from my heart to yours. Wheatfield Watcher: I'm right beside you, looking at you with deep affection… Can you feel it? Qin'er: No. The Catcher in the Rye: My burning gaze penetrates your skin and flows through your body, turning into a warm current flowing within you… The Catcher in the Rye: Your heart is hot, itchy, sore, trembling… isn't it? The Catcher in the Rye: Can you hear my heartbeat—the strong, drum-like thump of a mature man? Thump! …Thump! …Thump! …Thump! The Catcher in the Rye: Listen! Thump! …Thump! …Thump! …Thump! …Did you hear it? You must have heard it! Did you? Qin'er: A little nervous. The Catcher in the Rye: I gently kiss your eyes, my hot breath brushing against your cheeks, can you feel it? Qin'er: Hmm. Wheatfield Watcher: I lower my head, slightly open my mouth, and whisper in your ear, I...love...you... Qin'er: I love you too. Wheatfield Watcher: Can you feel my hot breath? Warm...itchy...in your ear... Qin'er: Hmm! Wheatfield Watcher: My burning breath! Trembling lips! At your ear! You must feel it! Right? Qin'er: I can feel it a little. Wheatfield Watcher: Can you feel the heat flowing through your body? From your cheeks, to your neck, to your chest, to your lower abdomen...to...your heart. Wheatfield Watcher: Your heart is hot, itchy, sore, and trembling...is it? The Catcher in the Rye: A strange feeling rises from within you, ah! ...So comfortable, yet so uncomfortable, an indescribable feeling, isn't it? Qin: You're so seductive. The Catcher in the Rye: I hold you tightly, my lips pressing undeniably against your thirsty cherry lips, can you feel it? Your lips are dry, your breathing is rapid, isn't it? Qin: My heart is pounding. The Catcher in the Rye: I'm kissing your lips passionately, licking your cheeks, can you feel it? The Catcher in the Rye: Your throat is dry, you're thirsty, your heart is burning, your breathing is becoming more and more rapid, isn't it? Qin: Mmm... The Catcher in the Rye: My tongue gently slips into your mouth! Stirring...stirring your heart!! Making you panic! Trembling! The Catcher in the Rye: I will use my mouth to find your heart! With the tip of my tongue, I will write in your mouth: I...want...you! I will not let your cherry lips leave me even a moment! Qin'er: You're making me nervous... Qin'er: There's no one at home, it feels so real. The Catcher in the Rye: Darling, can you feel my breath? Rapid, hot breath on your face...hot, itchy! The Catcher in the Rye: This is the breath of a strong, sexually mature man!! Qin'er: Ah, I really feel it, it's like you're beside me. The Catcher in the Rye: Your heart, hot, itchy, trembling. Isn't it! Qin'er: Yes. The Catcher in the Rye: Can you feel it? My lips are on your ear, on your chest, in your heart, gently kissing you. Can you feel it? The warm flow, on your ear, on your breasts… on your thighs… Qin'er: Ah, you're so seductive. I feel it. The Catcher in the Rye: Ah!! My burning breath! Trembling lips! On your ear! On your shoulder! You must feel it! Right? Qin'er: I feel it. So real. The Catcher in the Rye: Darling, can you feel it? My face is buried in your chest, my lips are gently unbuttoning your shirt, one, two! Three! Unbuttoning your clothes! Qin'er: Hmm, it's all loosened. The Cowherd: Can you feel it? My hot lips are moving across your skin… from your cheeks, to behind your ears, to your neck, to your chest, to your breasts… to your nipples! …to your heart!!! Qin'er: It feels so real. The Cowherd: I'm gently rubbing your nipples with my fingers, can you feel it? —Your breasts are itchy and swollen, aren't they? The Cowherd: Darling! Can you feel the heat and swelling inside your breasts? Are they itchy? I'm kissing your breasts, can you feel it?! The Cowherd: Gently caress your breasts with your hands…be good. Qin'er: Mm, I'm touching you, you shy girl. Wheatfield Watcher: I'm kissing you, can you feel it? Your breasts are full and firm, soft and warm, I'm gently sucking on your nipples… Wheatfield Watcher: A warm, tingling sensation travels from your breasts to your spine, along your entire body, can you feel it? It feels like an electric current… coming from your nipples!!! Qin'er: You're very good at teasing women. Wheatfield Watcher: In reality, I'm more about caressing. Your breasts are itchy and swollen, aren't they? Qin'er: Yes, my breasts are sensitive. Wheatfield Watcher: Give your breasts a good caress... Qin'er: Hmm, I'm touching them. Qin'er: I can't resist, you're so good at seducing women. Wheatfield Watcher: I'm kissing you, can you feel it? My lips are kissing down your breasts... Wheatfield Watcher: A warm current flows from your breasts down, warm, flowing to your lower abdomen, can you feel it? Qin'er: You're making my stomach feel warm. Wheatfield Watcher: Warm current? Wet? Qin'er: Mmm... Wheatfield Watcher: I'm kissing you, can you feel it? Your thighs are soft and long, trembling slightly under my kisses! Wheatfield Watcher: I'm kissing you, can you feel it? My lips kissed the inside of your thighs, the warm breath seeping through your thin trousers. Qin'er: It felt so real. Wheatfield Watcher: I'm kissing you, can you feel it? It felt like ants were crawling on your inner thighs! A warm current was flowing down your lower body!!! Qin'er: My legs are shaking. Wheatfield Watcher: Don't be nervous, I'm right beside you… Wheatfield Watcher: Can you feel it? I'm kneeling between your legs, my lips kissing the inside of your thighs!! Wheatfield Watcher: I'm kissing you, can you feel it? My lips kissed the inside of your thighs, the warm breath passing through the thin stockings and reaching your inner thighs. It felt warm, didn't it? Qin'er: Stop teasing me, I can't take it anymore! Wheatfield Watcher: Are you wet down there? Qin'er: Yes, so wet, so embarrassing! Wheatfield Watcher: Have you taken off your underwear? Qin'er: Yes, I changed into my pajamas, and I'm wearing panties underneath. (Shy expression) Wheatfield Watcher: My hand slipped inside your briefs, gently caressing them. Can you feel it? Qin'er: I can't take it anymore… Wheatfield Watcher: Can you feel it? My fingers are gently caressing your clitoris! Qin'er: I couldn't resist anymore, you really are an expert. Wheatfield Watcher: Can you feel something hard pressing against your genitals? It's between your legs! Hot! Throbbing! Qin'er: I really can't take it anymore, brother. Wheatfield Watcher: I'm gently kneading your clitoris, caressing your labia, can you feel it? Wheatfield Watcher: Your breasts are swollen and itchy, aren't they? Your vagina is itchy and empty, isn't it? Qin'er: Now that you mention it, I feel it even more. Wheatfield Watcher: Can you feel it? A hot, thick thing is pressing against your vaginal opening… Qin'er: I can't take it anymore, I can't hold back! Wheatfield Watcher: My penis is plowing between your labia, can you feel it? Your labia are throbbing. Qin'er: Stop playing around, just fuck me already. Wheatfield Watcher: Spread your legs and insert your fingers into your vagina. Thrusting forcefully. Qin'er: I've already done that. Wheatfield Watcher: No wonder you type so slowly. Qin'er: [Expression] Shy. Wheatfield Watcher: Do you masturbate often? Qin'er: Occasionally. Wheatfield Watcher: What do you think about when you masturbate? Qin'er: I want you to fuck me. Wheatfield Watcher: Can you feel it? My thick penis is slowly entering your body... [I sent several photos of my penis taken with a digital camera] Qin'er: Are these your photos? Wheatfield Watcher: They're my penis! Wheatfield Watcher: Are they big? Qin'er: They're really big! Wheatfield Watcher: My big penis is thrusting into your vagina! Qin'er: I can't take it anymore. Wheatfield Watcher: Spread your legs, listen to me, let your big penis fuck you properly. Qin'er: Okay. Wheatfield Watcher: I know you need to use your hands, you just need to reply with an emoji. Qin'er: [Emoji] Shy. Wheatfield Watcher: Can you feel it? My penis is penetrating your vagina! (I'm sending pictures) Qin'er: [Emoji] Wheatfield Watcher: My big glans is inside your vagina, rubbing against your vagina! (Sent a pornographic picture of penetration) Qin'er: [Emoji] Wheatfield Watcher: Your labia are turned inside out by my big cock. (Sent another picture of fucking) Wheatfield Watcher: My big cock is fucking you inside, your vagina is throbbing! Is that right? [I keep sending various pornographic pictures of sex, especially close-up penetration and various photos of penises. Occasionally I include high-definition photos of my cock.] My sister-in-law didn't respond for a long time. After a while, Qin'er: I just had an orgasm, [Emoji] Shy Wheatfield Watcher: No wonderYou didn't react? Oh, you went to enjoy yourself, but I'm still hard. (Emoji) Shy Wheatfield Watcher: If only we could video chat. (I tempted her) We could look at each other, without typing affecting our emotions, which would be more exciting. (Emoji) I don't have a camera installed right now, maybe later. [Because my sound card wasn't adjusted and I wasn't prepared, I didn't continue the request, but instead asked my sister-in-law to prepare for the future.] Wheatfield Watcher: Did you just masturbate? (Emoji) Yes. Wheatfield Watcher: How many fingers did you insert? Pin'er: Three (I thought to myself, only a very horny woman would do that with three fingers) Wheatfield Watcher: How often do you masturbate? Pin'er: Not very often. Wheatfield Watcher: When you masturbate, do you prefer to massage your clitoris or insert something into your vagina? Pin'er: I like both. I start massaging, and finally use my fingers. Wheatfield Watcher: Have you never used anything to insert? Pin'er: No, I don't like using things. The following chat is getting long and not interesting, so I won't continue.

The main content of our conversation afterwards was exchanging experiences and insights. Some things that are hard to say aloud become much more open when typed. We talked very directly. It's true what they say, a barking dog bites; my usually stern and unsmiling sister-in-law was surprisingly sassy.

After chatting with her on QQ until we reached a climax, I was immersed in excitement for a long time. This kind of online seduction of an acquaintance, behind a facade, brought indescribable excitement and pride. Towards the end, my hands were even trembling as I typed. Although it was just a text-based interaction, the emotional impact it had on me was no less than my first time having sex.

After my sister-in-law logged off, I couldn't calm down for a long time. Her image was still vivid in my mind. I imagined her expressions and posture when we chatted, the way she masturbated, and her alluring figure. I couldn't help but grasp my throbbing penis and start masturbating.

In a daze, my sister-in-law seemed to be right in front of me, leaning on the table, her back to me, her pert buttocks that haunted my dreams sticking out, turning her head with expectant eyes, awaiting my penetration. I pulled down her jeans and thrust into her body hard. I

had just ejaculated, but I quickly became hard again. That night, I masturbated four times, only stopping because it was almost dawn—something I hadn't experienced in my twenties.

The next night, I voluntarily stayed at the company to "work overtime." My office is at the very back, with a small private room inside where I can rest and work overtime. With the main door locked, the environment is quiet and safe.

I adjusted my voice changer, repeatedly comparing the recordings to make the sound as natural as possible, avoiding an overly electronic tone. I moved the computer desk to the bedside, using a large, floor-length mosquito net. The computer was inside, so the video didn't reveal the surroundings. I even changed the sheets to avoid anyone recognizing the environment. I spent the entire day on this; looking back, it's kind of funny—going to such lengths to seduce a woman.

That evening, after all the employees had left, I locked the door and the office door, called my wife to say goodnight, drew the mosquito net, and turned on the computer. My sister-in-law was already waiting for me.

I didn't get straight to the point, but instead asked her kindly if she was busy at work, how she was feeling, and if she had slept well last night. My sister-in-law regained her usual reserve, but I could sense that she was expecting something. She said she had slept well, and I said I hadn't. She asked why, and I said I missed her… So the conversation gradually became more intimate and explicit.

I didn't rush to seduce her into a video call, but instead talked to her about sex. It's easier to express one's innermost secrets through text communication; I needed to understand my sister-in-law's innermost secrets. Basically, I asked and she answered. Because I was passive, my sister-in-law wasn't as shy and was more open. Plus, I used psychological suggestion to arouse her sexual desire (basically, "I'm kissing you, and my penis is already hard"), so she was very open about her private matters.

I said that I masturbated last night because I was thinking about her, and asked if she was unhappy about it.

My sister-in-law blushed and said I was really bad last night, definitely a pervert. She's so good at seducing people; my legs went weak.

I then asked her if she masturbated. At first, she said not often, then later said often. I asked her how she masturbated, and she said she presses her clitoris with her fingers. I asked if she inserted anything vaginally. She said she never does, afraid of gynecological diseases. I asked if she used any devices, and she called me vulgar, saying she never uses any.

I asked her when it started, and she said she had done it when she was in school, but it was always just touching, never actually using her hands. After getting married, sometimes after making love, her husband would fall asleep, and she would go to wash herself (both she and her sister had very good hygiene habits). While washing, she felt empty inside, and her lower body felt empty too. Touching herself would arouse her. Sometimes she would use the pulse jet from the showerhead to wash her clitoris in the bathroom, and she would have an orgasm. Also, after separating, in the days before her period, she felt like ants were crawling all over her body, and she couldn't sleep at night. Sometimes she couldn't help but touch herself, and that's how she learned to masturbate.

I asked her how long it had been since she had sex, and she said almost two years. I felt very heartbroken when I heard that. Such a beautiful woman, wasting her prime years. Although I was filled with lust, we are family, and I felt sorry for her situation.

I asked her if she had ever had an orgasm, and she said rarely, almost never. I asked how long she could last in bed, and she said 6-7 minutes. I knew she didn't want to talk about her husband, so I didn't ask any more questions.

I asked her what positions she liked, and she said she had only ever used the regular position. I asked if she liked the paparazzi position, and she said she had seen it in porn, but hadn't tried it much, as she couldn't last long in that position.

I asked if she had ever had a one-night stand, and she said no. But she longed for it. So

I took advantage of the situation and seduced her, asking if she wanted to have an orgasm.

My sister-in-law answered, "Hmm..." and asked, "Is it the same as last night?"

I said, "How about a video call this time? Do you want to see my big cock?"

She started off embarrassed, then said she was worried.

I told her she didn't have to show her face, or even appear on video, and I'd show her my big cock. She answered the video call. She didn't show her face, the camera was focused on her chest.

I got nervous, my voice trembled, and I didn't say much, just some unspeakable vulgarities, so I typed.

I asked her if she wanted to see my big cock, and she pressed a button.

I was ready!

Then I asked her if it was big, and she said yes. I asked how it compared to her ex-husband, and she got upset, saying not to mention him. I felt a little flustered; it's not good for a woman to talk about her husband at this time. My brother-in-law is usually so arrogant, and I, being a bit mischievous, couldn't help but ask.

While showing off my penis and stroking it, I used a stream-of-consciousness approach to seduce her, similar to word sex, but much more effective. Under my influence, my sister-in-law initially remained reserved, but after a few attempts, she couldn't resist wriggling her body and touching her breasts.

Because my penis is quite long, I pressed it down, then released it, causing it to spring back and hit her stomach. She exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, it's so big!" This made me

even harder. I asked her, "Is it really big?" She said she'd never seen one so big. I felt incredibly proud.

Under my influence, she gradually began to touch herself, first her breasts, then moving her hands to her genitals, and she took off her shirt.

Through the earpiece, her voice grew increasingly urgent.

I seduced her, "Can you feel something hard pressing against your genitals, between your legs? It's hot! It's throbbing, isn't it?"

She immediately lost control, letting out a very seductive "Ah."

I continued seductively, "I'm gently kneading your clitoris, caressing your labia, can you feel it?"

She moaned...

I continued to seduce her, guiding her fantasy, "Can you feel it? A hot, thick thing, pressing against the entrance of your vagina..."

Just like when I said this during our text-based lovemaking, my sister-in-law moaned, "I can't take it anymore..." and began to writhe.

I said again, "My cock is inside your labia, can you feel it? Your labia are throbbing." Then I vigorously stroked my cock, saying in a suppressed voice, "I want to fuck you, my big cock is going to penetrate you, use your hands to fuck your pussy."

She said in a coquettish voice, "Come fuck me!"

From the beginning, I focused on her feelings, cooperating with her and teasing her. Although I really wanted to see her body and her pussy, I restrained myself and didn't ask, so as not to affect her feelings.

At this point, she couldn't control herself anymore, her body leaning back, lying diagonally on the bed, her hands inside her pants, fiddling with them. Her face was already exposed, and her expression looked so charming to me, without any sense of coldness.

I cooperated with her, increasing the intensity of the stimulation, saying more vulgar things, like "fuck your little cunt," and speeding up the masturbation. At this point, my sister-in-law had already climaxed, breathing heavily, her legs clamped around her hands, her body arched back, and she cried out "Ah ah." Her hands trembled rapidly inside her crotch.

At this point, her clothes were still intact. She was masturbating in front of me, so I didn't see her naked body or her genitals. However, her moans and expressions were so stimulating that I couldn't control myself and ejaculated. I had only been masturbating for less than 10 minutes, while I boasted about masturbating for at least half an hour.

How embarrassing! Fortunately, my sister-in-law was having an orgasm at the time and didn't see me ejaculate. Under her seductive performance, I quickly got hard again. I quickly cleaned my penis with tissues and wet wipes and continued. After my sister-in-law's orgasm subsided, she thought I hadn't ejaculated.

I slowly begged her to let me see her naked body. Women are obedient when they are satisfied. Under my temptation, she first showed me her figure, and then, under my praise, she threw away her clothes one by one. I praised her for her beautiful figure, saying she must be a model, and she laughed.

She had long legs, and a wide gap between them. When she stood up, the camera was directly aimed at her genitals. She stood with one leg on the computer desk, and the gap between her legs was faintly visible. The pubic hair was fairly even, not too thick, but not sparse either, and well-shaped, clearly groomed.

Then she played with her clitoris for me to see. The clitoris was noticeably erect, probably due to an orgasm, completely different from her sister's. My heart was pounding. Before, I had only seen the bulging genitals under her jeans, but now I saw her completely naked.

Finally, I told her not to get cold, so she lay down, pointed the camera at her genitals, and showed me her vulva. Later, she even parted her labia minora to show me inside. Her vulva was beautiful, somewhat dark, but for a young woman, it was quite fair.

My wife told me that her sister had undergone vulvar cosmetic surgery after giving birth. This was the first time I had clearly seen her genitals, and I was so excited that I was trembling all over, my teeth chattering. If I hadn't just ejaculated, I probably would have ejaculated again.

My sister-in-law also forgot to keep it a secret; when she parted her vagina, her face was directly in front of the camera. As she played with her penis, her emotions surged again, and she started moaning.

We agreed to climax together. She stared at my penis on the screen while simultaneously pointing the camera at her vagina, and we both masturbated at the same time. She was almost at orgasm again soon. Because I had just ejaculated, even though I was masturbating at full speed, I didn't feel like ejaculating. My sister-in-law moaned and trembled again, and then she climaxed. After her climax, she parted her vagina and showed me; there was so much fluid. In this way, my sister-in-law masturbated and climaxed three times in front of me before I finally ejaculated.

She praised my prowess, saying that in all that time, she had no idea I'd secretly ejaculated once.

From that day on, we frequently found opportunities to video-make love. I happened to be away on a business trip for a month, staying in a hotel without my family, which made things even easier. She practically became my wife, touching her erogenous zones daily under my direction and masturbating to orgasm. She even reported her menstrual cycles to me. She also took many photos of her genitals and nude photos with a digital camera and sent them to me (without her face).

However, as time went on, video sex became less stimulating, and so did my sister-in-law. Unlike in the beginning, she wouldn't orgasm after just a few glances at my penis. Gradually, we started to release our pent-up desires more frequently; after all, satisfying ourselves with our fingers is pathetic.

My sister-in-law has suggested several times that she come to Dalian to see me when she goes out (I use a Dalian proxy IP). This excites me, but I still don't dare to meet her. Because that would ruin my family. Some friends suggested I meet her at a hotel, in the dark, and have sex with her before she realizes it's too late. I don't want to, and I dare not, take that risk.

She's always been very protective of her younger sister; the sisters have a very close relationship. If she recognizes me, it will definitely be bad. Besides, I can't bear to hurt her. Her marriage is already unhappy; she hasn't had normal sexual satisfaction for many years. I've been deliberately deceiving her; it's too damaging to her. I can't bear it.

My ideal scenario is that after we meet, my sister-in-law won't recognize me, and we'll have sex without her knowing. That would be so exciting; she would be completely uninhibited and release her true feelings. But that's impossible. I've researched meeting her in disguise. First, she can't possibly go to bed with me without seeing me. No matter how good the makeup, she'll still recognize me. Besides, my voice hasn't changed; she'd still recognize me.

For a while, I was desperate, thinking our relationship was just a fleeting online romance, and nothing could progress. Until one day, when we were exchanging sexual fantasies, I made a discovery. We often fantasized about sex—how we'd meet, how we'd flirt, how we'd make love. I also had a little plan: if she got used to the scenarios, one day we'd plan a date to trick her.

My plan for getting my sister-in-law involved was this: I'd get her used to fantasizing about romantic sex scenes, used to being "trained." Then I invited her to the hotel I had booked. When we got inside, I wasn't there. Following my text message instructions, she took a shower and changed into the sexy clothes I had prepared for her, waiting for me.

I told her I would come to marry her on a cloud of five colors. At that moment, the lights dimmed, music started playing, and there was even smoke. The door opened, and I, wearing a Zorro-like mask, a rose in my mouth, walked towards her. It had to be very romantic and stylish. I picked up a glass of red wine, placed a rose petal inside, and asked her to drink it. (With a rose, there's no need for words.) In the darkness, she wouldn't recognize me in my mask.

Then I asked her to dance. During the dance, I had to be forceful. I stripped off her clothes and danced the tango naked. When her back was to me, I pressed her against the bed, making her bend over, and from behind, I fucked her hard in my favorite position. Finally, she fell asleep under the influence of the aphrodisiac red wine. I took pictures of her naked body and left.

Of course, this was almost as impossible as the Chinese national football team winning the World Cup; it was just a sexual fantasy.

That day, I suddenly wanted to ask my sister-in-law what kind of person she fantasized about when she masturbated. She said she fantasized about her brother-in-law and described his appearance and physique.

I immediately understood: my sister-in-law was actually fantasizing about her brother-in-law—me! She didn't have a brother-in-law at all. So, I became bolder and decided not to risk drugging her, but to use my real identity to seduce her. That way, if successful, it would be safe and wouldn't affect my family.

From then on, I (with my real identity) contacted my sister-in-law more often. At first, we mainly talked about stocks, but later we also talked about life and relationships, and the fake identity contacted her less often. Sometimes both numbers were online, and my sister-in-law would mostly message and chat with her brother-in-law. She stopped paying attention to her husband online.

Before the Spring Festival, my sister-in-law officially got a divorce. She went back to her parents' home for the Spring Festival and stayed at my house. I was incredibly excited. On the third day of the Lunar New Year, she, my wife, and I sat on the bed, watching TV and playing cards. I was filled with fantasies of a threesome.

The two sisters slept together, whispering all night, while I tossed and turned on the bed in the study. My new trousers were tight for the New Year, and with the pre-holiday rush and guests coming over afterward, I hadn't had sex with my wife for over half a month. In my sleep, I even dreamt of having a threesome with them, then woke up to find that I'd had a nocturnal emission again after more than ten years—how embarrassing…

Later, my wife's older sister didn't come home that night, staying at her mother's house. After my wife and I slept together, she chatted with me, and suddenly mentioned her sister, saying her sister had a hard life, almost never having a satisfying sex life after marriage, and that almost ten years had passed, her prime years spent living like a widow. She even cried as she spoke, asking me to help her. My heart pounded. Did my wife want me to satisfy her sister?

My sister-in-law didn't revert to her previous intimacy with me, but she casually mentioned that she found a boyfriend because her sister had introduced him to her through a mutual acquaintance. Without needing to say anything more, my inner turmoil completely dissipated.

I felt ashamed of my past thoughts. My sister-in-law found a boyfriend quickly after breaking up with me, and I harbored resentment, even feeling a sense of "you were used by me, forgot how you begged me to sleep with you?" Looking back now, I realize how petty and unmanly I was.

My conversation with my wife after making love on Sunday night made me even more excited. We had been so intimate that I hugged her and praised her for becoming more and more wanton and sexually sensitive. Suddenly, she blurted out, "Do you think my sister is frigid?"

This startled me, and I quickly laughed it off, "That's a question for... (my sister's ex-husband). How about you let me try?"

My wife slapped me and said, "Seriously! My sister's boyfriend is going to break up."

I suppressed my excitement and pretended to be worried, asking why.

My wife said, "According to the man and the matchmaker, my sister-in-law is very unenthusiastic. Even her kisses are hesitant and awkward; there's no real feeling between them. My sister-in-law told her sister that the man isn't very good; after only a few days, he's already hugging her neck and waist, and he tries to touch her whenever he gets the chance. She doesn't like it anymore."

My wife and her husband think that the man is a good catch and a nice person. Nowadays, especially in divorced couples, hugging and kissing are normal after dating for over a month, and cohabitation is very common. They feel that my sister-in-law's many failed relationships are due to her own actions. Several men complained that she's a cold beauty and they were afraid to get close to her.

My wife knows that my sister-in-law was raped before marrying her brother-in-law, so she has long suspected that my sister-in-law has psychological trauma and is sexually frigid. (After reading too much of the magazine "Zhiyin") What made me even happier was that my wife said that to alleviate her sister-in-law's psychological trauma, she would sometimes deliberately talk about sex with her sister, even telling her about the pleasures of her own married life.

It seems our past suspicions were just us being paranoid.

Even so, I've completely woken up. There's no way my relationship with my sister-in-law can continue, and I don't want it to. "Let this feeling remain forever, in our hearts! Perhaps that's the best ending for us."

Sex is over, but the feelings remain! We're still friends, confidants, family—that's enough for me.

I've figured it out. Why should I always pursue what I can't have, dwell on what I've lost, and stay stuck in memories?

Don't take your blessings for granted. Let's change our perspective. Let's think about the good things about my wife first. Cherish the happiness you have now!

This is a memoir I wrote back then, and it looks terrible now. I was tormented by my sister-in-law's departure, comforting myself by reminiscing about how I played with her, even posting photos of her genitals, and almost posting photos of her thighs too. I feel extremely ashamed now. But I still decided to post it here. After all, it's a record of my soul, a detailed recollection of my lovemaking with my sister-in-law.

Maybe it's to seek psychological balance? Sometimes I comfort myself like this. Although my sister-in-law quickly forgot me and found someone new, I did have sex with her after all. That dignified woman was once beneath me, at my mercy. What is there to lose?

Thinking back to how, under my teasing and sedation, her usual dignified and aloof demeanor was gradually stripped of its reserve and shyness, and she was transformed into a wanton woman in bed, I felt a great sense of accomplishment. It also made me feel much better. So, I had an urge to write it down, to boast, to relieve my own urges.

I can't forget the days we spent together; the time with her was blissful, and our feelings for each other were genuine. I want to write down these most beautiful memories to savor when I'm alone.

I'm savoring them, recalling every detail of our lovemaking, recalling every expression on my sister-in-law's face. I'm savoring the entire process of her transformation from reserve to wantonness, recalling the first time I saw her naked, the first time I entered her body, the first time I entered from behind, the first time she gave me oral sex.

Following my memories, I stepped deeper and deeper into my sister-in-law's body and soul, and fucked her!

As my penis slowly pushed in, my sister-in-law's mouth opened, letting out a soft gasp, her face showing an expression of ecstasy.

But I was startled, thinking, "Oh no, this is bad!"

My sister-in-law's vagina was hotter and tighter than the first time, giving my penis a feeling of being gripped tightly!

Last time, my sister-in-law's vagina was also tight, but it was more of a tense tension; the vaginal opening was tight, but the inside was much looser, so when I inserted it, only the base was tightly gripped, which actually suppressed my excitement. But this time, my sister-in-law's vagina seemed to be filled with something. The sensitive glans and coronal sulcus were tightly wrapped by the congested tender meat. It was hot and tight, and you could even feel the beating of the blood vessels in the vagina. Very irritating to my nerves.

I just fucked for a long time. Although I didn’t ejaculate, it was already 7-8 minutes hot. My sister-in-law’s vagina beat very hard when she climaxed. In order to conquer her, I still maintained a high thrusting speed, which stimulated me very much.

More importantly, after my sister-in-law's orgasm, I felt that having brought her to orgasm, I had achieved my goal of conquest, so I stopped controlling my excitement and went all in and out, fucking her however I wanted to stimulate her. I intentionally rubbed my sensitive glans against the tight opening of her vagina, which brought me close to orgasm as well.

After all, the psychological stimulation was too great; my sister-in-law's expression during her orgasm was incredibly alluring, and I was trembling with excitement. If my sister-in-law hadn't been interrupted by her crying, I would have only been able to continue for another 1-2 minutes before ejaculating.

I was close to orgasm but hadn't yet released, while my sister-in-law had already had a complete orgasm, even taking a shower, her emotions rekindled. My weary army was facing a fresh, energetic force that had just rested. I wasn't confident of victory. What if I ejaculated before my sister-in-law even climaxed? That would be

incredibly embarrassing. Not only would I lose all my virility in front of her, ruining my plans to conquer her, but I'd also lose face in front of my brothers. What worried me even more was that, whether out of shyness or instinct, my sister-in-law didn't spread her legs after penetration. Instead, she straightened them, toes pointing inward, her body arched upward. Having her legs together provides much more friction and stimulation to my penis than spreading them, which would significantly reduce the duration of intercourse.

My wife's "bad habit" of clenching her legs during orgasm has caused me to repeatedly leave her stranded and break down before her, leaving me humiliated and unable to lift my head. Are all women like this? The thought sends shivers down my spine.

I can't just forcefully spread her legs; having a man spread your legs, exposing your most private parts, would make most women feel shy, even humiliated, as if they're being played with. This is especially true for my reserved and shy sister-in-law, who is currently half-heartedly resisting.

She's worried that I don't have genuine feelings for her and am just using her for sex. If I were to forcefully spread her legs, it might interrupt her arousal and even lead her to have negative thoughts. Besides, keeping her legs together might be an instinctive habit; abruptly changing it would only disrupt her sexual desire.

A woman's sexual desire is strange; it can only be aroused through gentle teasing. The reason I didn't consider her habits the first time and just went for it was because the excitement of our first affair stimulated my desire.

I only needed to conquer her with my strength, using a torrential onslaught of stimulation to leave her no time to think or feel shy, forcing her to submit to her own lust. Now that my sister-in-law has started to be reserved and shy, a forceful conquest wouldn't be as stimulating. Besides, I don't have the energy for another nearly ten minutes of non-stop, hard fucking.

"Bad bird! Bad bird! I let my guard down!" I thought to myself.

If I had teased her a little longer and recovered my strength, I would have been fine. But now there's no turning back! A direct confrontation won't work; in this area, it's always the man who ultimately loses. I decided to use technique.

Calming myself, I leaned down, not rushing to thrust. While kissing my sister-in-law, I gently swayed my hips from side to side

. My sister-in-law masturbates by stimulating her clitoris; she's a clitorally sensitive woman. The purpose of this was to rub her clitoris with my pubic bone. Sure enough, after a while, she responded by gently swaying her hips. After rubbing for a while, I calmed down, and my penis became less sensitive, but my sister-in-law was aroused. She was panting softly; I knew the time was right, so I started thrusting.

Because it was a missionary position with my sister-in-law's legs together and me straddling her, our upper bodies were tightly embracing, and her mons pubis was high, her vaginal opening was further back (you can see in the photos of her lower body I posted). Therefore, although our bodies were parallel, there was a certain angle between the penis and the vagina, and I inserted it at a downward angle.

Although the base of my penis was already pressed tightly against my sister-in-law's mons pubis, there was actually still a large part of my penis that was not inserted. I needed to straighten up to insert it all the way in.

I didn't rush to get up. Instead, I hugged my sister-in-law, kissing her earlobes, collarbones, and other sensitive areas with my lips, while slowly and gently thrusting inside her. The speed wasn't fast, but the movements were very precise. Each time my penis entered, it hit her mons pubis before stopping, then swayed a few times. I intentionally used my pubic bone to bump and rub against her clitoris, while simultaneously stirring her vagina. When I withdrew, I only pulled out two-thirds of the way, stopping at the engorged and tightly gripped part of her vaginal opening to avoid stimulating the sensitive coronal sulcus of the glans. Although the movements were more vigorous, the stimulation for me wasn't great. While

it wasn't as direct or frequent as masturbation's stimulation of the clitoris, this slow "flicking" combined with kisses and caresses provided a comprehensive sensory stimulation. My sister-in-law's response was still very strong; she quickly got into the mood and began to moan.

After all, the feeling of being pampered, the feeling of skin-to-skin contact, the feeling of being caressed, the feeling of being squeezed, the feeling of being penetrated, and the feeling of being filled that a woman experiences during sex is something that simple finger stimulation cannot provide, especially for a woman like my sister-in-law who has been craving

sex for many years. Seeing that my sister-in-law was responding, I also increased the speed of my "grinding and thrusting." At this moment, the "virginity technique" I had honed over the years on my wife's belly—not "penetrating the uterus!"—came into play. Although the speed was very fast, every move was still clearly defined, always adhering to the three-word formula of "insert, shake, grind."

"Just like a master singer, even at the fastest tempo, their pronunciation remains clear and crisp, without the slightest ambiguity or hesitation!"

If the tiger's signature moves are "pounce," "flip," and "sweep," and Cheng Yaojin's three signature moves are "splitting the head," "poking the eyes," and "picking the ears," then my signature moves are "inserting, shaking, and grinding." This is the result of my long-term battles and struggles with my wife; otherwise, I would never be able to handle my wife, who doesn't play by the rules and won't climax with her legs spread. I can't help but

feel bitter; one woman with her legs spread is already exhausting, imagine if both sisters were to do that—a threesome would break my back!

With her earlobes sucked, her nipples rubbed, and her genitals rubbed, my sister-in-law quickly experienced a small clitoral orgasm from my "penetration." She began to moan, her pelvis involuntarily twisting, her expression one of pure enjoyment. My penis clearly felt her vagina twitch several times.

I had seen my sister-in-law masturbate in videos; her fingers pressed against her clitoris, rubbing rapidly until she orgasmed, her vaginal opening opening and closing like a fish's mouth. Although it couldn't compare to the loud squelching of Natsume's vaginal opening during her orgasm, the response was still very strong.

My sister-in-law's orgasm consisted of multiple smaller orgasms, wave after wave, each with her vaginal opening and closing several times. Continuing to stimulate her clitoris, her vagina would begin another spasm after a while. The duration varied depending on her mood and excitement, sometimes lasting over ten minutes with ten or more orgasms.

However, indirectly rubbing the clitoris with the base of my penis couldn't compare to the rapid and intense stimulation of the clitoris with my fingers, nor did it suit my sister-in-law's years of masturbation habits. Although I increased the friction, I couldn't push her to consecutive clitoral orgasms like I could with masturbation; instead, I was stuck in a state of limbo.

As the throbbing in her vagina gradually stopped, her brows furrowed, she began to purse her lips, and her body involuntarily writhed. I knew her vagina was itchy deep inside.

I used an alias to seduce my sister-in-law. When we talked about sexual experiences on QQ, she told me that after each masturbation, she didn't feel satisfied, but rather a greater emptiness—a hollow, itchy feeling inside, making her even more uncomfortable. Because the itchy area was deep inside, she couldn't reach it with her fingers, and she was embarrassed and wouldn't accept using any devices for masturbation. She

could only continue massaging her clitoris to relieve her desire until she was exhausted and the feeling slowly disappeared. Therefore, she both hated and loved masturbation. She felt uncomfortable without it, but the more she masturbated, the more she wanted it.

I knew she was in the stage of deep vaginal itching after a clitoral orgasm. I was afraid that if the clitoral orgasm wasn't fully satisfied, the itching inside would be even worse. So I tentatively curled up and tightened my abdomen, allowing my penis to penetrate deeper. My sister-in-law involuntarily let out a soft "ha," her mouth open, looking quite pleased. She loosened her grip on my neck, seemingly encouraging me to get up.

I whispered, "Does it hurt?"

"Ah! No, it doesn't hurt..." she replied.

Feeling smug, I straightened my upper body and thrust deeper. Her legs unconsciously parted. This separation lessened the feeling of tightness; after all, she had given birth naturally, and even with a slender figure, the vagina couldn't tighten as much as a young woman's after a natural birth.

My heart relaxed considerably. I straightened my body and thrust even deeper. With each deeper thrust, her legs parted wider and wider, until finally they were completely spread apart. I breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, my sister-in-law wasn't a girl who crossed her legs!

Taking advantage of the opportunity to kiss her, I bent down and straightened my legs. When I stood up again, my sister-in-law's legs were wide open, and I was kneeling between them. This position made it easier to control her, which gave me more confidence.

I straightened up, grabbed my sister-in-law's legs, and slowly pushed my penis deep into her vagina until the base was tightly pressed against her labia, fully inserted.

My sister-in-law's head snapped back, her mouth opened wide, but she didn't scream. Instead, she made a suppressed "Ah...ha..." sound, like the satisfied groan of someone who had worked all day and was now lying in a tub full of hot water.

Her alluring expression sent a jolt through me. My glans tightened, and I quickly stopped, inhaling and focusing, pressing firmly against her lower body to calm my urges. Just as I caught my breath, my sister-in-law's hips began to involuntarily twitch slightly. Years of emptiness inside had finally been filled; so many places were itchy, needing friction.

I glanced at her expression; her face was flushed, her brows slightly furrowed, her mouth open, her expression seemingly a mixture of pain and pleasure. Because her head was tilted back, and she was caught up in uncontrollable excitement, she hadn't noticed me observing her; otherwise, her desire might have been suppressed by shyness. I

grasped her hips with both hands and began to rock her hips in rhythm with her movements. My penis moved back and forth, up and down, swirling and circling inside her vagina, occasionally making small thrusts.

My sister-in-law clearly enjoyed this stirring. Her mouth was wide open, emitting long "hiss...ha!" sounds as she gasped for breath. Her eyes were half-open, her brows slightly furrowed, her gaze hazy and intoxicated. Her cheeks were flushed, and her phoenix eyes were so alluring they seemed to overflow with water, enough to make one's heart tremble.

Her slender waist swayed, the movements slow and graceful, like a slow rock dance, or like a mermaid swimming leisurely in the water. Her waist was so thin, barely a handful, widening abruptly at her hips, making her waist appear even more slender and her hips fuller. Her pelvis swayed around my penis, driven by her slender waist.

Her pelvis was shallow and wide, her lower abdomen was free of any excess fat, her hip bones were prominent, and a raised ridge of flesh led all the way to her mons pubis—I knew that was the bulge of her vagina. Her two slender legs were bent, spread apart, propped on the bed, occasionally kicking the bed and lifting her hips upwards, seeking a more vigorous thrust from my penis.

I glanced at the place where we were joined; the pubic hair on her mons pubis was thick and neat, her labia minora stretched wide by my penis, revealing the tender red flesh in the middle. Where the labia minora met, there was a cherry-sized, already erect clitoris.

Looking at the woman beneath me, the woman I had longed for day and night, my heart was filled with immense excitement and extraordinary joy. She was so enraptured, so beautiful!

Countless times I've fantasized about this body while masturbating, but when I come to my senses, I know it's just a dream. Many times during sex I've imagined my wife as her older sister, and sometimes she'd reciprocate, but after the intimacy, the older sister's image became blurry, while the younger sister's image became more vivid. It was just bedroom flirting.

I even paid a high price to have sex with a model, simply because she resembled my sister-in-law in certain ways, but afterward, I realized she could never replace Xiao Juan.

I used to think this was a dream that would never come true. But at this moment, my long-held dream has become reality.

An indescribable excitement and pleasure surged within me. Then, a flood of emotions welled up within me: sex makes women beautiful, and a woman at orgasm is the most beautiful! Such a beautiful woman, yet for so many years she had been thirsty, without sexual happiness, without experiencing the joy of orgasm—how unfortunate!

I must bring her sexual happiness! I must make her orgasm! I

couldn't resist grabbing my sister-in-law's hips and beginning to thrust forcefully. My movements were large and forceful, with dramatic ups and downs, a powerful thrust followed by a slow withdrawal, pulling my penis to the vaginal opening, and then forcefully thrusting in again.

Each time I thrust, my sister-in-law trembled involuntarily, her red lips parted slightly, and she let out a moan. Her face flushed even more, even her neck and chest were tinged with a crimson. Her hips involuntarily twisted dramatically, actively responding to my thrusts. We quickly found our rhythm, and

each time I thrust all the way in, I would intentionally pause, letting her sway her hips so that the head of my penis could more fully stimulate the deepest parts of her vagina. When I pulled out, she would twist her waist to adjust the angle of her vagina so that the head of my penis could hit the spot she wanted when I re-entered.

Sometimes she would twist her body dramatically, allowing me to thrust at a large angle, the head of my penis powerfully rubbing against one side of her vaginal wall, enhancing our pleasure.

With our tacit cooperation, my sister-in-law quickly entered a state of arousal.

Her mouth was wide open, but she didn't make a sound. She only let out panting "hiss...ha!" sounds, trying to suppress her body's reaction. Her face was flushed, her hips would occasionally lift up to meet my thrusts, and her hands would clench into fists, placed on her chest, unsure of what to do.

Her breasts were already engorged and swollen, fine beads of sweat seeping from the cleavage, glistening alluringly in the reflection of the sweat. Her nipples were fully erect, swollen like ripe grapes, trembling with my thrusts.

Looking at my sister-in-law's expression, filled with longing yet struggling to suppress her desire, I felt a strong urge to attack her fiercely, to push her to a blissful climax as quickly as possible! But then I thought, I can't rush it. I need to conquer her both psychologically and physically; I should give her unforgettable feelings and excitement. That way, she won't want to leave me. Like men, the longer women suppress their desire before climax, the longer the teasing lasts, the more intense the pleasure during orgasm.

I pressed down on my sister-in-law's twisting hips with both hands and began a different rhythm of thrusting. My penis no longer went all the way in each time, but instead focused on shallow thrusting in and out of her vagina, inserting only about two-thirds of the way before pulling out. Sometimes I would intentionally rub the engorged, tightly gripping part of her vaginal

opening with the head of my penis, enjoying the pleasure my sister-in-law's "tightness" brought me. At first, my sister-in-law found the rapid rubbing of the head of my penis on her vaginal opening very stimulating and comfortable, and her moans became more rapid. But soon, she felt uncomfortable; the external stimulation made her deeper inside even more itchy and yearning. She longed for full penetration, longed for deep inside to be stirred and rubbed, but I always only tasted it shallowly, lingering on the outside.

She started rocking her pelvis, trying to relieve the desire deep within her body. After a few rocking motions, she realized that with only half a penis inside her vagina, the rocking didn't reach the deep desires at all; instead, it only amplified her urges, so she stopped.

I secretly observed her expression the whole time, noticing her furrowed brow and biting her lip. Knowing the moment was right, I knew I shouldn't overdo it. I pulled my penis to the entrance of her vagina, with even the glans partially exposed. After a moment of coolness, seeing my sister-in-law's furrowed brow and biting lip, I thrust in all the way in, then twisted and rocked a few times. The stimulation, like rain after a long drought, overwhelmed my sister-in-law; her mouth opened wide, letting out a groan. Her expression changed from discomfort to pleasure.

I chuckled inwardly. Nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one—even a fierce woman would lose her temper. Let's see how long you can keep up your composure. I'll make you beg me to fuck you. After

teasing you a few times deep inside to calm your lust, I'll pull out again and continue thrusting shallowly, teasing her. Once I've made her furrow her brows and purse her lips, I'll thrust in all the way in. I don't rigidly adhere to the nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one; instead, I adjust based on her reaction. Sometimes it's nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, sometimes five shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, sometimes three shallow thrusts followed by two deep one. Sometimes I even pull out completely and use the head of my penis to plow through her already engorged and open labia, rubbing her clitoris.

The rhythm of the thrusts was adjusted; sometimes it was a light, quick dip, the entry steady and powerful, the withdrawal swift and sudden—before my sister-in-law could even move her hips and enjoy the fullness, I was already out. Other times, I would thrust all the way in, slamming my pubic bone hard against her labia and clitoris, making her gasp. Sometimes I would thrust several times in succession, bringing her to new heights of excitement.

This technique of alternating shallow and deep thrusts quickly aroused her to the point of losing control. Several times she lifted her hips to meet me, but each time she reached her weak spot. I would gently nudge her, then withdraw, like a dragonfly skimming the water, teasing her until she moaned softly. The rapid friction of my large glans against her vaginal opening intensified the itching deep inside. Occasional deep thrusts not only failed to relieve the urge but also fueled an even stronger desire.

Looking at my sister-in-law's yearning expression, I felt a surge of triumph and began my final teasing, a series of powerful, all-in-one thrusts that made her moan loudly. She eagerly awaited my final surge, but I stopped and began a series of shallow thrusts.

At first, she was full of anticipation, waiting for the final deep thrust after nine shallow ones, but instead, I started rubbing against the outside endlessly. One deep thrust is followed by nine shallow ones, so nine deep ones are followed by ninety shallow ones! I know math; I was counting the thrusts, and I hadn't even reached thirty yet. I grinned mischievously. Occasionally, I'd feign a deeper penetration, but never quite reaching the bottom, maintaining her excitement while making her even more uncomfortable.

While I was having sex, I'd steal glances at my sister-in-law's expression; her brow furrowed deeper and deeper, she bit her lip, desperately trying to maintain her composure. Finally, after several fleeting, superficial thrusts, she couldn't hold back any longer. Suppressing the torment of desire, she said to me in as calm and serious a tone as possible, "Stop playing around! We agreed it was just for you to... cum... out..."

Her words were interrupted by a moan; a quick, powerful thrust from my lower body silenced her mouth.

"Stop playing! Ah!..."

"Stop playing! Ah!..."

"No! Ah!..."

"No! Ah!"

Several protests were shattered by my powerful thrusts! Later, "no" became my sister-in-law's way of urging me to thrust.

Hearing my sister-in-law's insincere "no," I couldn't help but think of a line from the adult film "The Jade Maiden Heart Sutra." "All women are the same. At first, they all say no, but later, only one word remains: 'yes.'" I felt smug and playful. I'll just poke your "itchy flesh" (that's what my wife calls the climax), let's see if you're still reserved!

Although I don't have many opportunities to practice, I can't compare to the guys who have seen countless women, but my wife is hard to deal with, so I can only study and practice diligently. Therefore, my theoretical knowledge is very rich, and I belong to the academic "expert."

My sister-in-law is a tall woman with a relatively long vagina, making it difficult for most people to reach her deep erogenous zones. Because these zones are deep, they are delicate, and such women are often very sensitive inside. Their main orgasmic point is often in the "anterior fornix erogenous zone," also known as the "A point," which is the vaginal wall above the cervix. Based on my previous understanding and my sister-in-law's recent orgasm, my judgment was confirmed: her vaginal orgasm was intense, and she was "loaded" inside!

I grabbed my sister-in-law's thighs with both hands, pushed forward forcefully, pressing my knees against her chest until her buttocks lifted off the bed and her vulva faced upwards. Then, straightening my body, I used my lower body strength, and with my penis horizontal, slowly and powerfully inserted it deep into her vagina.

Because my sister-in-law's buttocks were raised and her vulva was facing upwards, this position meant my penis was thrusting upwards, hitting the upper wall of her vagina, where both her G-spot and A-spot are located. The upward angle of insertion, combined with my large glans and the erection from masturbation, meant that after a few thrusts, I managed to reach her A-spot.

My penis is long and thin, with a large head and a thin base, like a mushroom head. Therefore, when having sex with my sister-in-law, I have the ability to thrust in and out deeply without stimulating my sensitive areas. My ex-brother-in-law, on the other hand, is only long enough to fit into the tightest part of her vagina. When he thrusts, the friction is all on the tightest part, so he constantly complains that my sister-in-law's vagina is too tight, causing him to ejaculate prematurely. As for my sister-in-law's A-spot, he can't even touch it. Thinking about this, I felt very proud. (However, although my length is outstanding, the base isn't thick enough, so it still can't compare to a foreign penis, which is a bit of a regret.)

My sister-in-law's body suddenly tensed up, and a very tense expression appeared on her face. I felt her body stiffen as I pressed my hands against her knees, causing me to bounce and her hips to rise even higher. This allowed me to penetrate her at a wider angle.

After a few thrusts, my sister-in-law's reserve was completely shattered.

She began to moan softly, trying to sway her hips, but my penis remained firmly pressed against her vulva, my hands holding her knees down, preventing her from moving. Her face began to sway from side to side on the pillow.

"Ah! No! Stop playing..." Her voice trembled, already bordering on a sob.

My heart softened; this poor woman hadn't experienced sexual pleasure in so long, and I couldn't bear to continue teasing her. I looked down into her eyes; they were now filled with a seductive allure, and she looked utterly pitiful. Her eyes were filled with anticipation and longing, all her cold and reserved demeanor gone.

I thrust my penis in and out, shouting to her, "I love you! I love you! I love you!"

Her face flushed crimson, and she responded in a trembling voice, "I love you too! I love you!"

I stopped thrusting, stared into her eyes, and shouted, "I'm going to make you experience the bliss of womanhood, I'm going to make you climax, I'm going to fuck you senseless! Promise me!"

These words stripped away the last shred of restraint in my sister-in-law's heart, and she cried out in a tearful voice, "Hurry! Hurry! Stop playing around!"

I leaned down, bent my sister-in-law's legs and placed them on my arms, and began to fuck her violently in a prone position!

Because my sister-in-law's legs were draped over my arms, her buttocks were sticking up high, and half of her back was off the bed. Furthermore, her legs were spread into an "M" shape, making her genitals almost completely protrude.

This position allowed my penis to penetrate deeper and harder; almost every time I thrust, I hit her A-spot, and my pubic bone slammed heavily against her labia majora. Under this dual stimulation, my sister-in-law entered a frenzied state. Every time I touched her sensitive areas deep inside her vagina, her body would spasm as if she were being electrocuted.

Because her lower body was raised high and her head was down, her face was flushed red, her mouth wide open, emitting cries of "Ah!... Ah!"

After another forceful thrust, my sister-in-law finally broke down. Her lips trembled, and she let out a scream that sounded like crying. Her vagina convulsed violently, as if the folds of flesh inside were writhing, or as if a small mouth was sucking on my penis. The opening of her vagina also began to clench tightly, almost causing my penis to bleed back.

The immense pleasure made my sister-in-law lose control. She groaned loudly and unconsciously twisted her hips, trying to gain even greater pleasure. But because her legs were bent and draped over my arm, this position made it difficult for her to move, causing her great discomfort. She couldn't help but cry out, "Hurry, hurry! Fuck me..."

This plea excited me immensely. I no longer cared about anything else, thrusting in and out fully, sprinting at full speed, my pubic bone slapping against her labia majora with a loud slapping sound.

My sister-in-law's reaction became even more intense. She unconsciously muttered, "Fuck...fuck!" Her hands pressed against my buttocks, forcefully pushing me down and swaying from side to side, guiding the movement of my penis.

With the cooperation of my penis, my sister-in-law's orgasm was released very thoroughly, her vaginal contractions coming in waves until they gradually weakened. I couldn't hold back any longer. After another violent thrust, my sister-in-law's vagina clenched, and I ejaculated. I held her firmly against her lower body, my penis throbbing violently as I ejaculated.

My sister-in-law hadn't been filled with semen for many years. The scalding semen shooting inside her was incredibly stimulating. She had already passed her peak, but the stimulation of my ejaculation caused her to moan again, her vagina twitching for a long time after my ejaculation.

For a long, long time, we stopped. I glanced at my sister-in-law; her face was flushed, her body and lower abdomen trembling occasionally, still savoring the afterglow of her orgasm…

It took a long time, until my penis completely softened, for her to slowly come back to her senses. She glanced at me, then said coquettishly, "You're killing me..." She got up, clutching her lower body, and ran into the bathroom. I got up and followed her in.

[The End]

I sat on the edge of the bed, mechanically shuffling playing cards, my heart pounding like a drum. My wife and sister-in-law sat cross-legged on the bed in front of me, smiling at me.

"My sister and I lost, so we have to drink a sip of wine as punishment. You lost, so you have to drink two sips, okay?" My wife's sweet voice seemed both close and distant.

"Okay! But no cheating." I replied with a smile. I glanced at the two sisters on the bed.

The day before yesterday, they colluded to play cards, and I lost so much that I'd have to do the dishes for half a year. My wife was smiling at me, and my sister-in-law was smiling at me too; their smiles seemed somewhat eerie. My heart was pounding, and my conversation with my wife last night replayed in my mind.

"Brother...you don't care about me, you're bullying me..." My wife nestled in my arms, her face flushed, the blush from her orgasm still lingering. "You always make me feel like my bones are about to fall apart before you stop. You're bad! You're bad!" My wife pouted, gently tapping my chest, acting coquettishly. We'd

been busy with work before the New Year, and then had guests afterward, so it had been half a month since we'd made love. Tonight, my wife's older sister was staying at her parents' house for a chat, so we naturally wanted to seize the opportunity to be intimate. I'd been pent up lately, and I needed to release some pent-up energy. On

the third day of the Lunar New Year, two beautiful women lay in my bed, chatting and laughing all night. Meanwhile, I was on the bed in the study, completely erect, and even had a nocturnal emission while watching over my wife—it was truly embarrassing to tell anyone. What's most infuriating is that my wife ran into me in the bathroom last night. She gave me a mischievous smile, cuddled for a moment, but wouldn't let me have my way. She pinched my penis and ran away.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and I was very aroused. My wife was also quickly aroused, and after only a few dozen thrusts, she started to climax. I barely managed to withstand the sucking sensation during her orgasm. My nerves suddenly relaxed, and then it was my turn.

After some tender caresses to help my wife regain her strength, I began to ravage my playful wife.

Kissing and teasing her sensitive areas, thrusting at varying speeds, constantly changing positions. I made the woman beneath me go from panting to moaning, from reserved to wanton.

The pleasure of having complete control over a woman, giving her whatever she wants, is a hundred times stronger than simple ejaculation. I held my breath, constantly changing positions and techniques to conquer the woman beneath me.

"Brother...hold me..." I pretended not to hear my wife's repeated, subtle hints until she pleaded with a shy expression. Only then did I thrust in, pounding and pounding, each blow landing hard, ultimately ejaculating twice, giving my wife a second round. "I

don't even have the strength to move my fingers," my wife said, spreading her legs, gesturing for me to clean up the mess

she made. Although I knew perfectly well what my wife meant by this compliment, I couldn't help feeling incredibly proud. I knew she was telling me that she was conquered by me. A good woman is one who is easily satisfied, and even more so, one who gives a man a sense of accomplishment. The sense of accomplishment a man feels when he examines the land a woman has just conquered. My wife understands me well.

I gently wipe her clitoris with a wet wipe, and she looks on with pleasure, letting me take advantage of the situation. I'm lasting longer and longer in bed, largely thanks to my wife's constant praise, which boosts my confidence.

"Ah!... You're making me want to go again, you're such a wolf that can't be satisfied," my wife scolds playfully.

"Who told you to be so busy whispering private words with your sister, sending me to the study? You haven't given me any space for days." I grinned wickedly.

"Hmm, I was thinking about it too... I came as soon as you came in." My wife blushed, trying to justify her earlier lewdness.

The pleasure of making my beloved woman orgasm was far greater than my own; I was filled with smug satisfaction.

"I've had my fill, I can't do it again today." My wife pushed away my hands that were still caressing her. "You can't do it too often, it's bad for your health. You're over thirty, you should take care of yourself." My wife, who had calmed down a bit, regained her virtuous and gentle nature

. My heart warmed, and I pulled my wife onto me, stroking her back. "I want to fuck you for the rest of my life, and I'll fuck you again in the next!" My tender words, spoken so erotically, still touched my wife's heart.

My wife hugged me, moved by my words: "Brother, I'm so lucky to have met you, I'm so fortunate." But for some reason, my wife's mood dropped.

"What's wrong?" I asked, noticing the change in her mood.

"Nothing..."

"Was it because I didn't perform well just now..." I teased.

"Really, nothing's wrong..."

I didn't press further, just hugged her tighter and caressed her. After a long while, my wife seemed to murmur to herself, "I thought of my sister. She also said I'm lucky."

I was a little surprised, "Lucky? Isn't that good...?"

"But my sister's life isn't good. She found such a man, a womanizer, and he wasn't good enough. He ruined her life. My sister suffered a lot. She's been living like a widow for so many years. Even when they were together, it was over in a few moments. She's never experienced true happiness."

The two sisters were very close and shared everything. My wife had told me about these private matters of her sister-in-law before. I guessed her purpose was to make me feel inferior and boost my confidence.

"It's okay. There are many divorces now. Your sister is a good catch. She's divorced, so she won't have trouble finding a good man..." I said.

"My sister is over thirty and has already had a child, so it's not easy for her to find someone she likes. She's also very picky. In the years we've been separated, the few men she's dated are either after her money or her looks; none of them are genuine."

"Yes, most men her age aren't as well-off as her. Some are only after her house and money. What man in his thirties with a car and a house would want to date a young woman? Men in their forties with a car and a house are easy to find, but your sister doesn't want them." I analyzed.

"My sister said she's been living like a widow for ten years and doesn't want to continue living like one." My wife's words made my heart ache.

"A woman, she's wasted the best years of her life, she's lived as a woman for nothing." My wife sighed softly.

"If only my sister could experience an orgasm like that..." My wife's sudden remark left me speechless.

"Help my sister!" she said.

My heart pounded. In a daze, my wife asked, "Is my sister pretty?"

"Both of you are pretty," I answered cautiously, wondering to myself, "Did they find out about my online affair with my sister-in-law?"

"Then I'll share half of you with my sister, okay?" My wife's words left me speechless.

"Are you crazy?" I touched her head. "You don't have a fever?"

"Say something, don't you have feelings for my sister?"

Although my wife and I had used her best friend for sexual fantasies to spice things up, we had never directly fantasized about her sister. My wife wouldn't tolerate any disrespect towards her sister; when I tried to steer the conversation upwards, she would veer away.

Our unspoken way of doing things was for my wife to tell me about her older sister's sexual secrets, such as the differences between her and my wife's genitals, and her sister's first time. This would make me incredibly aroused. We persisted for a long time; for a while, my sister-in-law practically became our bedroom aphrodisiac.

But I still felt a little embarrassed to openly express my feelings. I smiled awkwardly, like a child caught stealing candy, remaining silent.

"Do you think I don't know what you're thinking? Every time we make love, if I mention my sister, you get really intense."

"Knowing that, you still bring it up. If I didn't get aroused, I wouldn't be a man," I retorted.

"It's all for you."

"You'd be willing to give me away?"

"Not give me away, but share me. My sister and I have been close since childhood; we always share good food," my wife said with a smile.

"I'm not a lollipop."

"Help my sister, she's never had a real orgasm." My wife's voice sounded like a devil's temptation.

Even the most generous woman wouldn't be so generous as to share a man with another woman. I reminded myself, this is a trap. "Your sister is so beautiful, how could she lack men? You just don't know, you're worrying unnecessarily. Aren't there plenty of one-night stands these days..."

"My sister has never been with another man!"

"If she had, would she tell you! Silly girl."

"Really, my sister tells me everything. It's not that she hasn't thought about it, but she almost got raped when she went to meet him. She'll never dare to do it again."

"Oh? Really?" My penis started to stir.

"My sister said she was planning to sleep with that guy, but he was afraid she'd refuse, so he secretly drugged her drink, making her dizzy and vomit. That's why it didn't happen, and she's been too afraid to go on dates since; there are too many people online. I heard some people have even had things stolen and were blackmailed with nude photos. She's already admitted to all this, do you think she'd hide it from me?"

My head was getting increasingly muddled, and in my confused state, I seemed to hear my wife asking me, "Brother, do you like my sister? Do you want to have a relationship with her? Rather than letting some random guy sleep with my sister, it's better to let you have her. If you can make both my sister and me happy, I'll be even happier." -- My wife's voice was like heavenly music, and the locks on my heart were being unlocked one by one.

"Brother, you're so amazing, you can definitely make my sister a real woman, okay...?"

The devil's temptation exploded in my heart, and the devil within could no longer be suppressed. A voice echoed in my ear, "I want to fuck my sister-in-law, I want a threesome with my sister!"

I rolled over and pinned my wife beneath me. ————————————————

My wife, sister-in-law, and I sat cross-legged together, playing cards on the bed. I lost and drank two more sips of red wine. It was the glass my sister-in-law had just drunk from; I could still smell the fragrance of her lips.

My sister-in-law couldn't drink alcohol, and after a few sips, her face turned red. My wife's face also turned red; she was somewhat excited.

A large bottle of red wine was quickly finished, and I felt a little drunk myself.

My heart pounded, filled with anticipation...

"It's so hot..." my wife said.

"The wine's gone, what's the penalty?" my sister-in-law said casually.

"The loser has to take off a piece of clothing, okay?" my wife winked at me.

My sister-in-law silently shuffled the cards.

"It's settled then," my wife said.

After a few rounds, I was wearing a tank top. They were also disheveled; women have so many clothes. I started cheating.

My sister-in-law's clothes were taken off one by one; her expression was somewhat shy, her movements elegant and composed. This scene of taking off clothes somehow reminded me of when my sister-in-law and I made love on QQ, I thought to myself, feeling dizzy.

Finally, it was her underwear. My sister-in-law shyly squeezed her legs together, "No, no..." my wife and I said in unison, "A bet's a bet."

My wife pressed her hand into the crevice, and "Ah..." My sister-in-law seemed to have lost all her strength, her legs parting. My wife pulled down my sister-in-law's waistband and handed it to me, "Here, don't let my sister take it back."

I greedily looked at this body that I had fantasized about countless times. Her breasts were small and firm, her abdomen flat without an ounce of fat, and most beautiful of all were her legs, long and sexy. The crevice between her legs was so wide; even with her legs closed, the fleshy opening was clearly visible.

"My sister and I are completely different down there. My sister has a full pubic area, but I only have a few fine hairs," my wife whispered in my ear.

At some point, my wife also removed her last bit of covering, gently pulling my sister over and separating her legs.

My sister-in-law's face was flushed, and she stared at me intently. My wife parted her sister-in-law's labia and told me, "My clitoris is almost invisible, but my sister's is bulging out, and..." As she spoke, she parted her own vulva, "Look, my sister's labia minora are bigger than mine, and my labia majora are plump, like steamed buns."

Somehow, the parting of my sister-in-law's vulva became my hand, and I greedily stared at the vulva before me, which was already engorged with blood and overflowing with vaginal fluid.

I swallowed hard.

Before me, the two sisters lay side by side, each using their hands to spread their most private parts for me to see, but my wife's was very clear and three-dimensional, while my sister-in-law's was somewhat blurry.

I stared greedily, sucking with my tongue and playing with it with my hands, my lower body already painfully hard. I pounced on her, thrusting into my wife with a frenzied, relentless pace. Soon, she was like a fish on a chopping board, desperately thrashing her lower body.

After a shudder, my wife said in a soft voice, "I can't take it anymore, go do my sister..."

I turned my head; my sister-in-law's face was flushed, her breasts high and firm, her nipples erect, her eyes glazed.

"You can do it. Even with my tight pussy, you can make me orgasm. You can easily ravage my sister's vagina, which has given birth," my wife whispered in my ear.

My sister-in-law knelt on the bed, her back to me, her buttocks, which I longed for, raised high. She looked back at me, her vulva already blooming. I felt a surge of heat building within me. Unable to resist, I knelt over and grabbed her hips.

My wife pressed close to my back, embracing me with her breasts. "Go! Fuck my sister."

My sister-in-law turned to look at me, her eyes alluring, and said, "Come on, fuck me."

My wife used her delicate hands to grasp my bulging penis, guiding it into her sister's body.

"Ah...so tight...so hot...and it's moving." As soon as I entered, I couldn't help but feel the urge to ejaculate. "What's going on? Why is it tighter than my wife's? Didn't they say it loosened up after childbirth...?" I wondered.

I desperately tried to control my desire, biting my lip, but it didn't work. I tried lifting my hips, but it didn't work. I tried distracting myself, but it didn't work. The urge to ejaculate was still intense. I panicked, my heart screaming, "I can't ejaculate, it's too embarrassing! I need to give my sister-in-law an orgasm, I need to make her feel like she's in heaven!"

I wanted to pull out of my sister-in-law's body to catch my breath, but my wife was pressing down on my back, and I couldn't move. My sister-in-law was moving, gently swaying her body, her vagina writhing. My feelings were growing stronger and stronger. "I can't ejaculate! I can't ejaculate!" I desperately held back, trying to pull out of my sister-in-law's body.

Suddenly, I woke up…

My wife was nestled in my arms, smiling sweetly in her sleep, her hand holding my penis. “I really need to change this habit of touching my penis while sleeping. What if I have a nightmare? I’ll be a eunuch!” I muttered.

“If only it hadn’t been a dream!” I sighed, unable to fall back asleep.

I had to turn this dream into reality! Although the erotic dream had given me a strong urge to sleep with my sister-in-law, I quickly calmed down. Emotions, morality, and custom held me back.

Moral: Although I know that given my sister-in-law's personality, if I used an alias to trick her into meeting me, whether I took advantage of her in the dark before she could react, or simply revealed our relationship and coerced her, she wouldn't say a word.

But I disdain and can't bear to do that. Over time, my sister-in-law and I have developed a friendship. She was unhappy in her marriage, marrying the wrong person. After the divorce, she has no other relatives. If I had ill intentions and treated her inappropriately, causing her to avoid me, unable to go back to her parents' home, and unable to contact her only close sister, it would be too painful for her. My conscience tells me I can't do that.

Emotion: I love my wife. She gave me everything, from our first kiss to our first time together. She trusts and relies on me so much, caring for me tenderly. She also gave me a smart child. With a wife like that, what more could a husband ask for!

But I admit, I'm not a good man. I can't resist temptation. I know I'm betraying my wife, but when the time comes, I can't control my desires. I've had affairs six or seven times, always with the mindset of trying something different, not wanting to waste my life. After one or two times, I stopped. Including my wife, I've been with no more than ten women.

Although I'm not a good person, I still have a conscience. Every time I cheat, I feel guilty. I try my best to make it up to my wife, buying her gifts, spending all my time with her, and making love to her every day.

But this time, it's her sister. If I don't handle it well, it will hurt my wife. My love for my wife hinders my relationship with my sister-in-law, and her sibling-like affection for my wife also hinders her relationship with me.

Customs: According to traditional Chinese customs, there are many taboos regarding the relationship between a brother-in-law and his sister-in-law, and between a sister-in-law and her brother-in-law. One cannot be frivolous or make casual jokes. There's a saying, "The brother-in-law carries his brother's wife across the river, a laborious but thankless task."

Although my sister-in-law and I are about the same age, she is two years younger than me, but according to custom, I must call her "sister," just like my wife. Because she is the eldest daughter in the family, without brothers, she has taken care of her younger sister and done housework since childhood, developing a strong sense of responsibility.

My wife has also relied on her since childhood, and it's become second nature. My sister-in-law's manner of speaking and acting unconsciously made her seem like a much older sister. Coupled with her personality, our relationship initially could be described as polite and respectful. As we spent more time together, we gradually developed a friendship, but it was at most a close female friendship, not romantic love. There was still a distance between us.

I was torn between desire and morality. Hesitant and indecisive, I finally decided to let love take the lead. If my sister-in-law liked me, I wouldn't hesitate to use my energy and money to make her happy, both physically and financially. If she didn't love me, then I'd just treat it as a fleeting dream.

After the Spring Festival holiday, I went to the provincial capital for business and gave my sister-in-law a ride home. The car stopped in front of my sister-in-law's house. I took out my phone to call my wife to let her know I was safe and gave her a few more instructions, as usual.

My sister-in-law got out of the car and waited for me to open the trunk. When she saw that I hadn't gotten out for a while, she laughed at me, saying that I had to report back after being gone for so long. I smiled and explained that I had driven out and didn't want her to worry.

My sister-in-law's expression was somewhat sentimental. After a while, she said to me that Xiaojing was a lucky person to have met me.

I knew that she was being reminded of something sad, and my heart sank. I thought to myself, such a good girl, yet her marriage is so unhappy.

My attraction to my sister-in-law was mainly physical. A man wouldn't be normal if he didn't feel sexually aroused by something sexy and beautiful. Emotionally, however, I didn't feel anything. I liked my wife's gentle and innocent nature.

My sister-in-law's aloofness is the type I don't like. She dated a man from a cadre family who was a student leader; he seemed vain and somewhat snobbish. Of all the boyfriends who pursued her, he was the shortest (she was taller than him in heels), and his demeanor wasn't good either. His only advantage was his family's wealth; her choice of him seemed somewhat driven by vanity and a lust for money.

Later, after learning about my sister-in-law's misfortunes from my wife, my opinion of her gradually changed.

I originally thought that my sister-in-law, with her modern style and popularity in school, had many suitors and several boyfriends, and therefore had been with many men. I assumed she chose her current husband because of his wealthy family and vanity.

However, I was wrong. Although she had many suitors in her modeling team and dated several men, she was conservative at heart due to her strict upbringing. They never had sex.

She lost her virginity during her sophomore summer vacation when she went home. Because students were on holiday, train tickets were hard to buy, but one of her boyfriends, a student council member with connections, managed to get her a ticket. They had just started dating. The guy was a student council member, eloquent, and knowledgeable about national affairs, which his sister-in-law also enjoyed discussing, so they became closer, though they weren't officially dating.

The guy said he couldn't get a direct ticket to her home and advised her to change trains in the provincial capital first, which seemed normal, so they traveled together. Upon arriving in the provincial capital, her boyfriend invited her to visit his parents. Since her train ticket was for the next morning, she went to his house.

That night, however, she slept in her boyfriend's sister's room; her sister was still at university. In the middle of the night, her boyfriend sneaked over, and when she refused, he tried to force himself on her. The sister-in-law was clever enough to pretend she needed to call her aunt, but whether she didn't hear him or her mother pretended not to hear, no one came.

Because she was wearing pajamas to bed, and her thin arms and legs made her weak, her underwear was quickly stripped off, leaving her naked. She was too embarrassed to cry out. Unable to struggle, she lost her virginity. Deep down, she was a traditional woman; once the deed was done, the relationship was officially established.

Later, she graduated from university and immediately got married. Of course, her husband helped her stay in a big city and found her a good job; it was likely a shotgun wedding. Her husband's family valued having children and wouldn't allow her to have an abortion, so she gave birth early. Her in-laws were very concerned about the next generation, saying natural childbirth was better and the child would be smarter, so they didn't allow a C-section and she had a natural birth. She almost had a postpartum hemorrhage. My wife, who was taking care of her at the time, was terrified and cried.

I know a bit about my wife's older sister's marital problems; the information comes from her sister, my wife.

After she gave birth, her husband rarely had sex with her, and when he did, he often lost control halfway through. He said her vagina became loose after childbirth, but actually, he had been unfaithful during her pregnancy and damaged his health.

So, my wife's older sister considered vaginal tightening surgery because she'd heard from the older women at work that it was extremely uncomfortable, like having sex was like being cut with knives—it was pleasurable for the man, but painful for her. She didn't have the surgery, instead using vaginal suppositories and doing exercises to tighten her vagina.

However, she did have cosmetic surgery on her vulva because it looked unsightly after childbirth. Who knew, my sister-in-law's vagina became tight, and my husband said it was too tight, so he ejaculated in less than a minute each time. There was no harmony. When I went to her house, I saw a drawer full of empty bottles of "Yansheng Hubao Liquid" and "Liuwei Dihuang Pills."

Because my sister-in-law is tall, and her husband is thin, he was intimidated, so he couldn't perform. He started going to prostitutes, and strangely, he was able to have sex with them. He frequently visited prostitutes, but one time he was caught. Due to infighting within his workplace, he lost his job and went into business. With his family connections, making money was easy, but from then on, he became reckless and openly frequented prostitutes.

It's somewhat understandable for someone to keep a college student as a mistress, but he kept a prostitute and treated her like a treasure—it's truly despicable. His wife's older sister initially separated from him for the sake of the children, but they eventually divorced.

I'm a very chauvinistic man; I'm completely defenseless against girls who are pitiful, coquettish, and unreasonable. My wife knows this all too well, manipulating me at will. When she's being coquettish, I'll listen to whatever she says.

His wife's older sister's forced smile, suppressing her inner pain, has a tremendous power over me; a feeling of pity and a strong desire to help her arise from the bottom of my heart.

I carried the things we and my mother-in-law had given her upstairs, not leaving immediately to run errands, but staying to help her unpack. The weather's warmed up, the thaw has arrived, and many things need repair.

It's really not easy for a woman to live alone. Chopping ribs, repairing the newly arrived local chicken, defrosting the refrigerator, fixing the malfunctioning water dispenser, and maintaining the computer system. I was busy all morning, and only left after lunch.

During the few days I was out on business in the province, I went to her house to help her whenever I had free time. I was even more dedicated to helping my sister-in-law with her stock trading. After the holiday, the stock market rebounded, and our income was good, which cheered her up considerably. Our relationship also underwent a subtle change.

Originally, according to custom, I called her "Big Sister." She called me by my first name. Once, when we went out to buy things for my wife, I called her something, but instead of "Big Sister," I blurted out "Xiao Juan" (my wife's name is Xiao Jing, and hers is Xiao Juan; both are pseudonyms). She gave me a disapproving look when she came out. She said, "Don't be so disrespectful, call me 'sister'."

I joked, "With so many people around, calling you 'big sister' makes it seem like you're old. That's disrespectful." Seeing her smile, she pressed her advantage, saying, "Actually, I'm older than you. You should call me 'brother.' You've been taking advantage of me for so many years." We both laughed.

From then on, we both called each other by our first names, and I stopped calling her 'big sister.'

Just when I was hesitant and unsure how to break through this barrier, a sudden turn of events made me finally make up my mind.

After the Spring Festival, Valentine's Day was fast approaching. I had already finished work and returned home. On Valentine's Day, I wanted to say something ambiguous to my sister-in-law to test her, but when the time came, I hesitated again. In the end, I vaguely sent her a text message wishing her a happy Lantern Festival or Valentine's Day.

That evening, my wife and I returned from seeing the lanterns (also on the Lantern Festival). I hugged her and we were whispering sweet nothings when a phone call came in wishing us a happy holiday. After hanging up, my wife thought of her older sister and felt sorry for her sister being lonely on Valentine's Day/Lantern Festival, so she called her.

However, her sister-in-law told my wife that she was at xxx bar with a female classmate. The surroundings sounded very noisy, and her sister-in-law sounded a little drunk. My heart skipped a beat.

I knew xxx bar; it was a bar and disco, relatively upscale, but also a notorious hotbed for one-night stands among white-collar workers. The people there were quite open-minded. It was a mixed bag, a bit chaotic, and sometimes people were even on drugs.

Worried, I asked my wife about this female classmate. Turns out she was my sister-in-law's classmate from university, quite a show-off, now owns a clothing store, and is divorced.

My heart sank. I thought, "Oh no! Valentine's Day, going to a bar like this, with two sluts, it'll be a miracle if they come back unharmed. At best, they'll have a one-night stand and end up in a hotel room; at worst, they'll be drugged, gang-raped, it's all very possible."

The plot of the novel *Young Wife Bai Jie* involuntarily flashed through my mind. Bai Jie and Sun Qian, two young wives, were drugged and seduced at a disco, and Bai Jie ended up being thoroughly violated by Dongzi at Sun Qian's house.

But as her brother-in-law, I couldn't say anything. On this day, going to a place like this, it was obvious they were looking for trouble. A sour feeling welled up inside me, but for some reason, I was also incredibly excited. My lower body was rock hard.

The thought of my aloof and haughty sister-in-law probably being fucked by someone else filled me with a bittersweet mix of excitement and a powerful erection—a feeling I couldn't quite describe. I couldn't resist stripping my wife naked and throwing her onto the bed. I fucked her hard, completely absorbed, with all my might, and soon I ejaculated.

I finally understood why so many people are so obsessed with novels about humiliating other men's wives or girlfriends.

In the past, imagining myself fucking my sister-in-law felt incredibly exciting. Now, the thought of her being fucked by someone else made me even more excited.

After ejaculating, my wife went to the bathroom to wash up, and I couldn't resist calling my sister-in-law—her phone was off! My heart sank. Oh no, I really did it! My head was spinning, my heart felt empty, and I felt a throbbing, unbearable pain. Why wasn't I braver and sleep with her sooner? If I had satisfied her, she wouldn't have gone out looking for thrills. I was filled with remorse.

I tried hard not to think about my sister-in-law, but I couldn't control my thoughts.

My sister-in-law is probably drunk right now, lying on the sofa, her alluring jeans being slowly pulled down by some man. Thinking about this, my heart aches, yet I feel a strange excitement.

For some reason, perhaps it's the evil deep within my soul, or perhaps it's my unwillingness to accept my sister-in-law's promiscuity, but what comes to mind isn't the pleasure of a one-night stand, but rather the scenes of drugging and gang rape in bars, nightclubs, and private rooms from pornographic novels.

Scenes from the classic rape novel, "Girlfriend's Rape Show," flash through my mind. I love this novel. The first time I read it, I was incredibly excited and masturbated many times (my wife wasn't home). I remember every single detail of that novel vividly.

The thought that my sister-in-law might be like Xinyi right now, stripped naked, struggling helplessly, her beautiful long legs spread wide apart by two men, her vulva being played with, filled me with uncontrollable excitement and arousal. My penis

, which had just ejaculated, quickly became erect again. When my wife returned, she nestled into my arms and gasped in surprise at how quickly I had regained my erection.

I pressed my wife down, spread her legs, and began to play with her freshly washed vulva. It smelled wonderful, and I couldn't resist kissing it. My wife initially refused (she said oral sex was dirty), but after struggling and with her body responding, she let me do as I pleased.

I ejaculated quickly, and my wife didn't reach orgasm. Being an old married couple, we weren't too reserved. I teased her for a while, and she couldn't control herself.

I imagined my sister-in-law being "trained" in the same way, and I became incredibly excited. Ignoring my wife's hints, I continued to tease her until she begged me to stop, and only then did I enter her! Because I had just ejaculated, I lasted a long time, until my wife orgasmed twice before I finally ejaculated.

Afterwards, I lay down next to my wife, intending to rest, but I couldn't fall asleep. My mind was filled with thoughts of my sister-in-law. I couldn't help but wonder what she was doing. I didn't want to think about it, but I couldn't stop.

My sister-in-law has such a great model figure; she'd definitely attract attention in a disco. It's so chaotic there, all sorts of people, and people often use drugs. I've heard that women who take ecstasy experience heightened libido, clouded consciousness, and an active tendency to seek sexual partners.

Wasn't that Jia-A football player nicknamed "Golden Necklace" the one who "won" a modeling competition championship at a nightclub using ecstasy?

The famous selfie about ecstasy flashes before my eyes, the one from "Australia's Dutch Girls' Disco": the girl, with her slender figure like a middle-aged woman, is clearly on ecstasy, her head shaking uncontrollably, oblivious to the countless hands touching her and the many people taking photos of her with their phones. Finally, her shorts were stripped off, leaving her completely naked. She was picked up, her legs spread apart, and someone even touched her...

"My sister-in-law is so beautiful, someone will definitely target her and drug her. She's probably been tricked into taking ecstasy and is delirious. My sister-in-law has such a great figure, her movements will definitely be attractive, and she'll be stripped naked soon. Her legs are so wide apart, someone will definitely want to touch her genitals..." My filthy thoughts came one after another, and I couldn't suppress my excitement! My penis became erect again.

So, amidst my wife's gasp, I entered her body once more. This time it lasted longer, and my wife used all her strength to finally pull me out. She was very satisfied with my Valentine's Day performance and quickly fell asleep in my arms, exhausted, unaware of why I had done it.

My wife was asleep, but I couldn't sleep. My sister-in-law was still on my mind.

I'd heard that in some bars, some girls take ecstasy and get laid all night. With her great figure and all that allure, I wondered how many men would want to sleep with her. Thinking about this made my heart clench, a sharp pain gripping me. I couldn't bear it any longer. I got up and went to the bathroom to call my sister-in-law's cell phone.

Still switched off!

My heart turned cold; the excitement and impulse were gone, replaced only by pain. I called her landline. It rang for a while, and then my sister-in-law's sleepy voice answered. It was like hearing heavenly music! I was too excited to speak.

She was quiet, as if no one else was around, and given her personality, she wouldn't be comfortable inviting someone to her house for a one-night stand. A weight lifted from my heart; it felt like I'd lost something precious and found it again.

"Who is it?" my sister-in-law asked.

"I..."

"It's so late, what's wrong?"

"I'm worried about your safety going out alone..." I said.

My sister-in-law cried, saying, "Today, I'm all alone."

I comforted her for a long time.

It turned out that because of the Lantern Festival, her child had been taken to his grandparents' house for the holiday, leaving my sister-in-law alone at home, which made her very sad. At that time, her classmate asked her to go out, and she agreed (she had bought clothes from her shop a few times and they had established contact).

I drank a bit at the bar because I was feeling down. I noticed that the male companions my female classmate brought didn't seem to have good intentions; they kept urging her to drink, and my classmate did the same, so she became wary. Later, feeling they were getting a little too forward, she excused herself to go to the bathroom and ran away. My classmate kept looking for her, so she turned off her phone and went home. I was worried and excited for half the night, while my wife got the better deal—I had sex three times that night, and each time I was very hard.

However, after thinking about it, I felt a little scared. My sister-in-law's words indicated she was afraid of several men surrounding her. Does that mean if it wasn't four men and two women, but just two, my sister-in-law would accept a one-night stand? I wasn't sure, so I decided to act quickly!

After this incident, our relationship grew even closer. I knew the day I'd get my sister-in-law wasn't far off. Even

when I was dating my wife, I had a strong sexual urge towards her older sister. It wasn't the fact that she was my sister-in-law that stirred up ambiguous fantasies, nor was it insatiable lust, nor was it audacious lust for a threesome with the sisters; it was simply that my sister-in-law's appearance touched a certain sensual nerve deep within me.

Although she's my sister-in-law, she's actually two years younger than me. She's not as pretty as my girlfriend; she has an oval face, finely tattooed eyebrows, slightly upturned almond-shaped eyes, and a small, always-pursed mouth beneath a straight nose. With her smoky eye makeup, she gives off a haughty and aloof vibe, which isn't my type. What aroused my sexual desire was her figure.

(My sister-in-law's eyes and eyebrows somewhat resemble those of the famous actress Ryoko Mitake, but she doesn't have Mitake's sexy, full lips. Instead, she has small, thin lips, which give her a cool and slightly foxy look, rather than the sexiness of full lips, which is a bit of a shame.)

My sister-in-law is very tall, about 1.74 meters, and is the slender type. Her breasts are not large but very perky. Her waist is very thin, barely a handful, and her pelvis is shallow and wide, with her thighs spread wide, almost a hand's width between them. Her round, firm buttocks are divided into two semicircles that stick out backward. Her thin waist widens abruptly at her hips, making her waist and hips even more prominent.

Below her perky buttocks are two straight and well-proportioned long legs, which are very long, even exceeding the golden ratio of 0.618, which is a bit too long. Because of the wide gap between her thighs, her thighs weren't thick, without an ounce of excess fat; they were slender and round, like two jade pillars extending to her knees. The transition between her hips and legs was abrupt, emphasizing the roundness and perkiness of her small bottom. Unlike some models whose legs appear long and slender from the front, but turn into inverted triangles of calves from the side when they turn around. Her legs widened towards the top, forming a flat bottom.

Her calves were very straight, fitting together perfectly; reportedly, during university model auditions, she was one of the few standard models who could hold a book between her calves without it falling. Her mother-in-law was very proud of her "baby-holding" ability. The muscles in her legs were well-developed, and wearing high heels further accentuated the beautiful curves of her calves.

My sister-in-law was on the school's modeling team in college and even won awards in college competitions. We still have DVDs of her competitions and performances at home. By today's standards of beauty, my sister-in-law isn't considered very sexy. She's not voluptuous, her breasts aren't big (she's taken a lot of supplements but they haven't grown, which she always regrets), and her hips are flat.

She's so tall but weighs only a little over 100 pounds, not exactly a stunningly curvaceous figure. Some say models are just clothes hangers, not really fun to be around. But for me

, it was a different story. During my adolescence, the economy wasn't as developed. There were no computers to see pictures of beautiful women nude, and television didn't have as many beautiful women and sex scenes. There were no DVD players to watch Japanese AVs (the videos were blurry, and all the women were ugly). The only time I saw anything a little revealing was through celebrity calendars, especially swimsuit calendars with models. Then there were the swimsuit segments of various beauty pageants on television. They awakened my sexuality. Therefore, I have a deep-seated fascination with models.

What tempted me even more was that my sister-in-law not only had a perky butt, but also a wide gap between her legs, about a hand's width between her thighs (estimate, I haven't measured it). Wearing low-waisted, high-elastic jeans, her entire vulva was tightly constricted, outlining its shape.

Her mons pubis was prominent, her low waist exposed her snow-white belly, and even the pubic hair around her mons pubis was barely concealed. When she walked, her hips swayed from side to side, the mysterious triangle area sparking the imagination.

From behind, it was even more alluring; her small, round buttocks were tightly stretched back by the jeans. Her buttocks were widely separated, the jeans sinking deep inside. The slight pertness of her buttocks, and the bulging fleshy mound of her vulva between them, was incredibly suggestive. People who usually wear jeans also wear sneakers, but my sister-in-law loves wearing high heels, especially very high heels. Wearing high heels, her calves are straightened, and her buttocks involuntarily stick out backwards. From behind, her high, plump buttocks seem ready for rear-entry penetration at any moment.

I have a strong interest in rear-entry penetration, an interest stemming from watching pornography when I was young. Back then, there were no VCDs, let alone computers. While my parents were out attending a wedding, I used a secretly made key to open the bedside table, took out the pornographic videotapes they had hidden, and secretly watched them.

I remember those tapes: one was a pornographic version of *Dream of the Red Chamber*, another was foreign group sex, and another was Japanese group sex. The first time I watched pornography, I was completely shocked and stunned. My heart was pounding, my penis was painfully hard, and my face was bright red. These real-life videos gave me a strong thrill at the time, but they didn't leave much of an impression later. However, one particular Category III film strongly influenced my sexual preferences.

This film is featured on SIS Adult Video, and it's called "Mandarin Rape, Gang Rape, and Drugging; the Female Lead is Super Beautiful." Back then, most pornographic videos didn't have attractive female leads, and even after multiple re-recordings, the picture quality was poor. This film had clear visuals, a beautiful female lead, a storyline, and was in Mandarin, which I could understand. It left a particularly deep impression on me.

It tells the story of a girl who is raped, gang-raped, and drugged. The most stimulating part for me was at the beginning, when the girl went out for a trip and was caught and raped by two men in a mountain pavilion. She was pinned to the table, her buttocks raised, and someone pulled her pants down to her calves from behind, then penetrated her from behind! She lost her virginity. They even gave a close-up of the bleeding, indicating she was a virgin. I was only 16 at the time, and I almost had a nosebleed watching it. It left a strong impression on my mind.

After watching that film, whenever I went out and saw a woman with a perky butt in jeans, I couldn't help but imagine standing behind her and having sex with her. I couldn't help but feel excited. I've fantasized about many beautiful long-legged, perky-butt girls in jeans on the street. Especially a very pretty kindergarten teacher in jeans, bending over to pump up tires on a bicycle. I watched from behind, fantasizing, my hand in my sweatpants pocket, secretly squeezing my penis, and I almost ejaculated! After that, I developed a special interest in long-legged beauties in jeans, and I collected all the jeans photos from the Liuyi series.

I have a strong sexual urge towards models, long-legged beauties with perky butts in jeans. My sister-in-law happens to be a model, with long legs and a perky butt, and she loves wearing jeans! It's almost impossible not to feel aroused and sexually aroused when I see such beauties frequently and have close contact with them.

When she washes the dishes and brushes her teeth, I often intentionally squeeze in next to her. The kitchen is narrow, so I can just brush against her buttocks without being noticed. I think we are about the same height, so it would be perfect to penetrate from behind.

What's worse, that summer my sister-in-law often wore a pair of "lace-up jeans." I don't know exactly what these jeans are called, but they're the kind where the zipper in the front has been replaced with something like shoelaces! I remember Shu Gao from Hunan TV wearing similar lace-up jeans, and watching the show made me instantly aroused.

My sister-in-law was wearing those jeans, but the difference was that hers had a very large slit, extending all the way down to her crotch, and then she tied them together with leather rope like shoelaces, using a knot. To my lewd eyes, from a distance it looked like pubic hair or a bulging mons pubis; up close, it looked even more like a split vulva!

I suspect my sister-in-law didn't know any better; she bought foreign-made sexy lingerie because it was so erotic. I suspect that if the knots loosened even slightly, we could have sex without taking the lingerie off. (In foreign countries, black leather miniskirts are synonymous with prostitution, but many women in China wear them as fashionable, causing some foreigners to call home from Shanghai saying, "I've wandered into a giant red-light district!")

That summer was painful for my little brother. My girlfriend had just officially started dating me, and I didn't dare to be frivolous. She was conservative; we could only hug and kiss, and I didn't even dare touch her breasts. Plus, she had such a tempting older sister, and every night when I went home, my little brother was rock hard. After masturbating and ejaculating, my sphincter muscles still felt a dull ache (I was holding it in).

Almost every night, I would fantasize about the two sisters, or masturbate repeatedly while looking at their photos and watching VCDs featuring her older sister. It often took several times to calm down. Sometimes my penis would even chafe.

However, although I fantasized about my sister-in-law, I was very respectful and restrained in real life. I never made any lewd jokes or took advantage of her. According to traditional customs, it's okay to joke with the younger sister-in-law, but you have to respect the older sister-in-law.

At the time, I was pursuing my girlfriend, and if I lost control even slightly, I might lose everything. It's better to have one bird in the hand than two in the bush. Between the two sisters, I valued my girlfriend more. I really liked Xiao Zhao from books and TV shows; she was a pure girl like Shuang'er, and I had a strong virginity complex.

My dream girl has long, glossy black hair, wears a white dress, and has a gentle personality, always nestled against me like a little bird. Whenever I meet a girl like this, I feel a strong urge to cherish and protect her; my girlfriend is this type.

One is the purity of a young girl, the other the allure of a mature woman. Although I also like mature women, this preference is purely physical. Just because you like mature women doesn't mean you have to find a divorced woman, right? Although my sister-in-law wasn't married at the time, I felt she was no longer a virgin.

Even if she were, leaving her sister to pursue her older sister wouldn't be very successful from a worldly perspective. Therefore, my feelings for my sister-in-law were always just fantasies, mere cravings, without any real intentions. Later, my sister-in-law graduated from university and, with the help of a senior student, stayed in the provincial capital, found a good job, and got married. We had fewer opportunities to see each other, so I didn't miss her as much.

I knew she often played a game, so I registered an account, bought some good gear, and tried to flirt with her. It was a casual game, not much PvP, mostly just chatting. I often played along, and we gradually became friends. We talked about life and things (I knew her hobbies and was pretty good at bluffing), and we got along very well. We even got married in the game. Later, we added each other on QQ. I used a new QQ account, and my sister-in-law didn't use her usual number for contacting family; it was a QQ account for external communication.

(Some people worry that QQ now displays IP addresses and geographic locations, so aren't they afraid of being identified? I set up a high-speed proxy on my own hosted server, so my sister-in-law always thought I was from XX. The proxy is fast; voice and file transfers aren't delayed. Unlike other software, QQ shows the other person's location based on their proxy IP, unlike others which only show the proxy they're using.)

We chatted frequently, and our relationship grew closer. Our topics became increasingly intimate, and later I invited her to a cohabitation website. Through this, we gradually explored sensitive topics like sex and online sex.

Recently, we finally made a breakthrough! I first used text to arouse her to orgasm on QQ! Then, we proceeded step by step. Under my gradual guidance, my sister-in-law and I had video sex several times (we didn't show our faces; I used a sound effect card and voice-changing software, so she couldn't recognize who I was).

It was so exciting!

Seducing someone I knew while masked, especially my wife's sister—she didn't know me, but I knew her. The psychological thrill and pleasure were incomparable to having sex with random online friends!

Using QQ to seduce the person I fantasized about, and then getting her online, was incredibly exciting.

The first time I talked about sex with my sister-in-law on QQ, even though it was just text, my hands were still trembling with excitement.

The first time I video-had sex with my sister-in-law on QQ, my voice trembled with excitement, my throat was hoarse, and I kept stuttering.

Normally, I masturbate for at least ten minutes, but with my sister-in-law watching and hearing her moans and pleas of "Hurry up, I want it, fuck me!", I ejaculated in less than ten minutes.

I never imagined my usually aloof and stern sister-in-law, who never smiles when she talks to me, could be so promiscuous and sexually active deep down.

It's so exciting! My usually stern sister-in-law is revealing her innermost secrets to me, talking about her sexual experiences and fantasies—it

's so thrilling! My usually aloof sister-in-law is completely submissive in front of me, obeying my commands, spreading her labia for me to see, walking like a model, and even masturbating in front of the camera on the bed—she's

so proud of herself! Don't be fooled by my brother-in-law's constant boasting about his status (I sometimes need him to make connections for business; he was the student union secretary in school, now he's a minor official, but he's keeping a prostitute and separated from my sister-in-law, possibly getting a divorce, which is why I don't feel guilty about seducing her), he's utterly useless in bed! My sister-in-law praised my penis, saying it was the biggest she'd ever seen!

Hehe, I got a little excited and started rambling. Later, I'll organize our text chat history, remove the private parts, and show it to everyone. I managed to get her to orgasm just through text.

Showing off? Of course!

But I still don't dare to actually sleep with her. Although she's hinted at a one-night stand, I'm worried about her recognizing me if we meet.

Give me some advice: should I go see her if she invites me for a one-night stand? The premise is that it can't ruin my family. I love my wife very much, but I can't resist the temptation of something new and occasionally cheat. Every time I cheat, I buy my wife a lot of things to make up for it. All my business income is handed over to me, and my wife manages the accounts.

I don't want to hurt my wife, but I really want to have sex with my sister-in-law. Any suggestions? Should I meet with her and expose our relationship?

The chat logs on QQ where my sister-in-law talks about orgasms are all under pseudonyms, and the content has been heavily edited and deleted to avoid exposure. The methods aren't very novel; many of the phrases were used before when flirting with female moderators. User: All Groups (QQ Friends) ======================================================= Message Group: My Friends (6) ===================================================== Message Type: Chat History ========================================================————————————————– Message Item: 顰兒(xxxxxx)————————————————– 2008-11-22 20:01:09 Wheatfield Watcher Let's go to Love Apartment and live together! (URL filtered out) 2008-11-22 20:01:12 Ah, Sorry? You can live together online? 2008-11-22 20:01:18 Wheatfield Watcher, not only can you live together, you can even have children? 2008-11-22 20:01:32 Sorry faints [emoji] 2008-11-22 20:01:41 Wheatfield Watcher, register quickly! We're married, but we haven't consummated our marriage yet. 2008-11-22 20:01:47 Sorry, go to hell, I'm vomiting [emoji] 2008-11-22 20:01:53 Wheatfield Watcher! You had a baby so quickly? 2008-11-22 20:02:02 顰儿 [Picture] Beat up 2008-11-22 20:02:13 麦田守望者 This is called spiritual cohabitation... Come on, let's buy a big villa. 2008-11-22 20:02:22 顰儿 is registering. 2008-11-22 20:02:28 麦田守望者 mm, let's go live together in Love Apartment! gg, can you fight? Ah! Fighting again?! Yeah, I can fight. I fought when I was in sixth grade, and I beat a first grader so badly he ended up in the hospital for two days. Awesome! How are you doing? Well, I was in the hospital for four days. Get lost! Useless Man 2008-11-22 20:02:32 Qin'er Haha... 2008-11-22 20:02:43 Qin'er The so-called "online cohabitation" refers to virtual cohabitation on the internet, that is, two netizens who have never met in person, based on information provided online, get along, fall in love, live together, and even get married and have children online. Is this what you're talking about? 2008-11-22 20:02:51 Wheatfield Watcher Yes, this is very popular now. 2008-11-22 20:03:12 Qin'er It seems I'm out of touch. 2008-11-22 20:03:23 Wheatfield Watcher You are indeed out of touch. Not only can you live together online, but you can also have sex and have children? 2008-11-22 20:03:33 Qin'er? We can still have sex? How do we do it online? 2008-11-22 20:03:36 Wheatfield Watcher, want to try? 2008-11-22 20:03:41 Qin'er, you know how? 2008-11-22 20:03:48 Wheatfield Watcher, shall we learn together? 2008-11-22 20:03:53 Qin'er, go to hell! 2008-11-22 20:04:02 Wheatfield Watcher, wait a minute, if I arouse you to the point of burning with desire, don't blame me! 2008-11-22 20:04:15. Hey, let's see what tricks you have up your sleeve! The teasing begins. Wheatfield Watcher: Come on. Let's use the allure of words and imagination to enter each other's bodies and indulge our desires. Wheatfield Watcher: Is anyone home? Hey: No, you won't succeed. I'm frigid. Wheatfield Watcher: Let's have a good chat! A heart-to-heart exchange. You draw the curtains and lock the door. Hey: Stream of consciousness? Wheatfield Watcher: You hold your breath and stare at your screen. Hey: Yes, I'm watching. Let's see what tricks you have up your sleeve. Wheatfield Watcher: Darling. I'm coming… from my heart to yours. Wheatfield Watcher: I'm right beside you, looking at you with deep affection… Can you feel it? Qin'er: No. The Catcher in the Rye: My burning gaze penetrates your skin and flows through your body, turning into a warm current flowing within you… The Catcher in the Rye: Your heart is hot, itchy, sore, trembling… isn't it? The Catcher in the Rye: Can you hear my heartbeat—the strong, drum-like thump of a mature man? Thump! …Thump! …Thump! …Thump! The Catcher in the Rye: Listen! Thump! …Thump! …Thump! …Thump! …Did you hear it? You must have heard it! Did you? Qin'er: A little nervous. The Catcher in the Rye: I gently kiss your eyes, my hot breath brushing against your cheeks, can you feel it? Qin'er: Hmm. Wheatfield Watcher: I lower my head, slightly open my mouth, and whisper in your ear, I...love...you... Qin'er: I love you too. Wheatfield Watcher: Can you feel my hot breath? Warm...itchy...in your ear... Qin'er: Hmm! Wheatfield Watcher: My burning breath! Trembling lips! At your ear! You must feel it! Right? Qin'er: I can feel it a little. Wheatfield Watcher: Can you feel the heat flowing through your body? From your cheeks, to your neck, to your chest, to your lower abdomen...to...your heart. Wheatfield Watcher: Your heart is hot, itchy, sore, and trembling...is it? The Catcher in the Rye: A strange feeling rises from within you, ah! ...So comfortable, yet so uncomfortable, an indescribable feeling, isn't it? Qin: You're so seductive. The Catcher in the Rye: I hold you tightly, my lips pressing undeniably against your thirsty cherry lips, can you feel it? Your lips are dry, your breathing is rapid, isn't it? Qin: My heart is pounding. The Catcher in the Rye: I'm kissing your lips passionately, licking your cheeks, can you feel it? The Catcher in the Rye: Your throat is dry, you're thirsty, your heart is burning, your breathing is becoming more and more rapid, isn't it? Qin: Mmm... The Catcher in the Rye: My tongue gently slips into your mouth! Stirring...stirring your heart!! Making you panic! Trembling! The Catcher in the Rye: I will use my mouth to find your heart! With the tip of my tongue, I will write in your mouth: I...want...you! I will not let your cherry lips leave me even a moment! Qin'er: You're making me nervous... Qin'er: There's no one at home, it feels so real. The Catcher in the Rye: Darling, can you feel my breath? Rapid, hot breath on your face...hot, itchy! The Catcher in the Rye: This is the breath of a strong, sexually mature man!! Qin'er: Ah, I really feel it, it's like you're beside me. The Catcher in the Rye: Your heart, hot, itchy, trembling. Isn't it! Qin'er: Yes. The Catcher in the Rye: Can you feel it? My lips are on your ear, on your chest, in your heart, gently kissing you. Can you feel it? The warm flow, on your ear, on your breasts… on your thighs… Qin'er: Ah, you're so seductive. I feel it. The Catcher in the Rye: Ah!! My burning breath! Trembling lips! On your ear! On your shoulder! You must feel it! Right? Qin'er: I feel it. So real. The Catcher in the Rye: Darling, can you feel it? My face is buried in your chest, my lips are gently unbuttoning your shirt, one, two! Three! Unbuttoning your clothes! Qin'er: Hmm, it's all loosened. The Cowherd: Can you feel it? My hot lips are moving across your skin… from your cheeks, to behind your ears, to your neck, to your chest, to your breasts… to your nipples! …to your heart!!! Qin'er: It feels so real. The Cowherd: I'm gently rubbing your nipples with my fingers, can you feel it? —Your breasts are itchy and swollen, aren't they? The Cowherd: Darling! Can you feel the heat and swelling inside your breasts? Are they itchy? I'm kissing your breasts, can you feel it?! The Cowherd: Gently caress your breasts with your hands…be good. Qin'er: Mm, I'm touching you, you shy girl. Wheatfield Watcher: I'm kissing you, can you feel it? Your breasts are full and firm, soft and warm, I'm gently sucking on your nipples… Wheatfield Watcher: A warm, tingling sensation travels from your breasts to your spine, along your entire body, can you feel it? It feels like an electric current… coming from your nipples!!! Qin'er: You're very good at teasing women. Wheatfield Watcher: In reality, I'm more about caressing. Your breasts are itchy and swollen, aren't they? Qin'er: Yes, my breasts are sensitive. Wheatfield Watcher: Give your breasts a good caress... Qin'er: Hmm, I'm touching them. Qin'er: I can't resist, you're so good at seducing women. Wheatfield Watcher: I'm kissing you, can you feel it? My lips are kissing down your breasts... Wheatfield Watcher: A warm current flows from your breasts down, warm, flowing to your lower abdomen, can you feel it? Qin'er: You're making my stomach feel warm. Wheatfield Watcher: Warm current? Wet? Qin'er: Mmm... Wheatfield Watcher: I'm kissing you, can you feel it? Your thighs are soft and long, trembling slightly under my kisses! Wheatfield Watcher: I'm kissing you, can you feel it? My lips kissed the inside of your thighs, the warm breath seeping through your thin trousers. Qin'er: It felt so real. Wheatfield Watcher: I'm kissing you, can you feel it? It felt like ants were crawling on your inner thighs! A warm current was flowing down your lower body!!! Qin'er: My legs are shaking. Wheatfield Watcher: Don't be nervous, I'm right beside you… Wheatfield Watcher: Can you feel it? I'm kneeling between your legs, my lips kissing the inside of your thighs!! Wheatfield Watcher: I'm kissing you, can you feel it? My lips kissed the inside of your thighs, the warm breath passing through the thin stockings and reaching your inner thighs. It felt warm, didn't it? Qin'er: Stop teasing me, I can't take it anymore! Wheatfield Watcher: Are you wet down there? Qin'er: Yes, so wet, so embarrassing! Wheatfield Watcher: Have you taken off your underwear? Qin'er: Yes, I changed into my pajamas, and I'm wearing panties underneath. (Shy expression) Wheatfield Watcher: My hand slipped inside your briefs, gently caressing them. Can you feel it? Qin'er: I can't take it anymore… Wheatfield Watcher: Can you feel it? My fingers are gently caressing your clitoris! Qin'er: I couldn't resist anymore, you really are an expert. Wheatfield Watcher: Can you feel something hard pressing against your genitals? It's between your legs! Hot! Throbbing! Qin'er: I really can't take it anymore, brother. Wheatfield Watcher: I'm gently kneading your clitoris, caressing your labia, can you feel it? Wheatfield Watcher: Your breasts are swollen and itchy, aren't they? Your vagina is itchy and empty, isn't it? Qin'er: Now that you mention it, I feel it even more. Wheatfield Watcher: Can you feel it? A hot, thick thing is pressing against your vaginal opening… Qin'er: I can't take it anymore, I can't hold back! Wheatfield Watcher: My penis is plowing between your labia, can you feel it? Your labia are throbbing. Qin'er: Stop playing around, just fuck me already. Wheatfield Watcher: Spread your legs and insert your fingers into your vagina. Thrusting forcefully. Qin'er: I've already done that. Wheatfield Watcher: No wonder you type so slowly. Qin'er: [Expression] Shy. Wheatfield Watcher: Do you masturbate often? Qin'er: Occasionally. Wheatfield Watcher: What do you think about when you masturbate? Qin'er: I want you to fuck me. Wheatfield Watcher: Can you feel it? My thick penis is slowly entering your body... [I sent several photos of my penis taken with a digital camera] Qin'er: Are these your photos? Wheatfield Watcher: They're my penis! Wheatfield Watcher: Are they big? Qin'er: They're really big! Wheatfield Watcher: My big penis is thrusting into your vagina! Qin'er: I can't take it anymore. Wheatfield Watcher: Spread your legs, listen to me, let your big penis fuck you properly. Qin'er: Okay. Wheatfield Watcher: I know you need to use your hands, you just need to reply with an emoji. Qin'er: [Emoji] Shy. Wheatfield Watcher: Can you feel it? My penis is penetrating your vagina! (I'm sending pictures) Qin'er: [Emoji] Wheatfield Watcher: My big glans is inside your vagina, rubbing against your vagina! (Sent a pornographic picture of penetration) Qin'er: [Emoji] Wheatfield Watcher: Your labia are turned inside out by my big cock. (Sent another picture of fucking) Wheatfield Watcher: My big cock is fucking you inside, your vagina is throbbing! Is that right? [I keep sending various pornographic pictures of sex, especially close-up penetration and various photos of penises. Occasionally I include high-definition photos of my cock.] My sister-in-law didn't respond for a long time. After a while, Qin'er: I just had an orgasm, [Emoji] Shy Wheatfield Watcher: No wonderYou didn't react? Oh, you went to enjoy yourself, but I'm still hard. (Emoji) Shy Wheatfield Watcher: If only we could video chat. (I tempted her) We could look at each other, without typing affecting our emotions, which would be more exciting. (Emoji) I don't have a camera installed right now, maybe later. [Because my sound card wasn't adjusted and I wasn't prepared, I didn't continue the request, but instead asked my sister-in-law to prepare for the future.] Wheatfield Watcher: Did you just masturbate? (Emoji) Yes. Wheatfield Watcher: How many fingers did you insert? Pin'er: Three (I thought to myself, only a very horny woman would do that with three fingers) Wheatfield Watcher: How often do you masturbate? Pin'er: Not very often. Wheatfield Watcher: When you masturbate, do you prefer to massage your clitoris or insert something into your vagina? Pin'er: I like both. I start massaging, and finally use my fingers. Wheatfield Watcher: Have you never used anything to insert? Pin'er: No, I don't like using things. The following chat is getting long and not interesting, so I won't continue.

The main content of our conversation afterwards was exchanging experiences and insights. Some things that are hard to say aloud become much more open when typed. We talked very directly. It's true what they say, a barking dog bites; my usually stern and unsmiling sister-in-law was surprisingly sassy.

After chatting with her on QQ until we reached a climax, I was immersed in excitement for a long time. This kind of online seduction of an acquaintance, behind a facade, brought indescribable excitement and pride. Towards the end, my hands were even trembling as I typed. Although it was just a text-based interaction, the emotional impact it had on me was no less than my first time having sex.

After my sister-in-law logged off, I couldn't calm down for a long time. Her image was still vivid in my mind. I imagined her expressions and posture when we chatted, the way she masturbated, and her alluring figure. I couldn't help but grasp my throbbing penis and start masturbating.

In a daze, my sister-in-law seemed to be right in front of me, leaning on the table, her back to me, her pert buttocks that haunted my dreams sticking out, turning her head with expectant eyes, awaiting my penetration. I pulled down her jeans and thrust into her body hard. I

had just ejaculated, but I quickly became hard again. That night, I masturbated four times, only stopping because it was almost dawn—something I hadn't experienced in my twenties.

The next night, I voluntarily stayed at the company to "work overtime." My office is at the very back, with a small private room inside where I can rest and work overtime. With the main door locked, the environment is quiet and safe.

I adjusted my voice changer, repeatedly comparing the recordings to make the sound as natural as possible, avoiding an overly electronic tone. I moved the computer desk to the bedside, using a large, floor-length mosquito net. The computer was inside, so the video didn't reveal the surroundings. I even changed the sheets to avoid anyone recognizing the environment. I spent the entire day on this; looking back, it's kind of funny—going to such lengths to seduce a woman.

That evening, after all the employees had left, I locked the door and the office door, called my wife to say goodnight, drew the mosquito net, and turned on the computer. My sister-in-law was already waiting for me.

I didn't get straight to the point, but instead asked her kindly if she was busy at work, how she was feeling, and if she had slept well last night. My sister-in-law regained her usual reserve, but I could sense that she was expecting something. She said she had slept well, and I said I hadn't. She asked why, and I said I missed her… So the conversation gradually became more intimate and explicit.

I didn't rush to seduce her into a video call, but instead talked to her about sex. It's easier to express one's innermost secrets through text communication; I needed to understand my sister-in-law's innermost secrets. Basically, I asked and she answered. Because I was passive, my sister-in-law wasn't as shy and was more open. Plus, I used psychological suggestion to arouse her sexual desire (basically, "I'm kissing you, and my penis is already hard"), so she was very open about her private matters.

I said that I masturbated last night because I was thinking about her, and asked if she was unhappy about it.

My sister-in-law blushed and said I was really bad last night, definitely a pervert. She's so good at seducing people; my legs went weak.

I then asked her if she masturbated. At first, she said not often, then later said often. I asked her how she masturbated, and she said she presses her clitoris with her fingers. I asked if she inserted anything vaginally. She said she never does, afraid of gynecological diseases. I asked if she used any devices, and she called me vulgar, saying she never uses any.

I asked her when it started, and she said she had done it when she was in school, but it was always just touching, never actually using her hands. After getting married, sometimes after making love, her husband would fall asleep, and she would go to wash herself (both she and her sister had very good hygiene habits). While washing, she felt empty inside, and her lower body felt empty too. Touching herself would arouse her. Sometimes she would use the pulse jet from the showerhead to wash her clitoris in the bathroom, and she would have an orgasm. Also, after separating, in the days before her period, she felt like ants were crawling all over her body, and she couldn't sleep at night. Sometimes she couldn't help but touch herself, and that's how she learned to masturbate.

I asked her how long it had been since she had sex, and she said almost two years. I felt very heartbroken when I heard that. Such a beautiful woman, wasting her prime years. Although I was filled with lust, we are family, and I felt sorry for her situation.

I asked her if she had ever had an orgasm, and she said rarely, almost never. I asked how long she could last in bed, and she said 6-7 minutes. I knew she didn't want to talk about her husband, so I didn't ask any more questions.

I asked her what positions she liked, and she said she had only ever used the regular position. I asked if she liked the paparazzi position, and she said she had seen it in porn, but hadn't tried it much, as she couldn't last long in that position.

I asked if she had ever had a one-night stand, and she said no. But she longed for it. So

I took advantage of the situation and seduced her, asking if she wanted to have an orgasm.

My sister-in-law answered, "Hmm..." and asked, "Is it the same as last night?"

I said, "How about a video call this time? Do you want to see my big cock?"

She started off embarrassed, then said she was worried.

I told her she didn't have to show her face, or even appear on video, and I'd show her my big cock. She answered the video call. She didn't show her face, the camera was focused on her chest.

I got nervous, my voice trembled, and I didn't say much, just some unspeakable vulgarities, so I typed.

I asked her if she wanted to see my big cock, and she pressed a button.

I was ready!

Then I asked her if it was big, and she said yes. I asked how it compared to her ex-husband, and she got upset, saying not to mention him. I felt a little flustered; it's not good for a woman to talk about her husband at this time. My brother-in-law is usually so arrogant, and I, being a bit mischievous, couldn't help but ask.

While showing off my penis and stroking it, I used a stream-of-consciousness approach to seduce her, similar to word sex, but much more effective. Under my influence, my sister-in-law initially remained reserved, but after a few attempts, she couldn't resist wriggling her body and touching her breasts.

Because my penis is quite long, I pressed it down, then released it, causing it to spring back and hit her stomach. She exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, it's so big!" This made me

even harder. I asked her, "Is it really big?" She said she'd never seen one so big. I felt incredibly proud.

Under my influence, she gradually began to touch herself, first her breasts, then moving her hands to her genitals, and she took off her shirt.

Through the earpiece, her voice grew increasingly urgent.

I seduced her, "Can you feel something hard pressing against your genitals, between your legs? It's hot! It's throbbing, isn't it?"

She immediately lost control, letting out a very seductive "Ah."

I continued seductively, "I'm gently kneading your clitoris, caressing your labia, can you feel it?"

She moaned...

I continued to seduce her, guiding her fantasy, "Can you feel it? A hot, thick thing, pressing against the entrance of your vagina..."

Just like when I said this during our text-based lovemaking, my sister-in-law moaned, "I can't take it anymore..." and began to writhe.

I said again, "My cock is inside your labia, can you feel it? Your labia are throbbing." Then I vigorously stroked my cock, saying in a suppressed voice, "I want to fuck you, my big cock is going to penetrate you, use your hands to fuck your pussy."

She said in a coquettish voice, "Come fuck me!"

From the beginning, I focused on her feelings, cooperating with her and teasing her. Although I really wanted to see her body and her pussy, I restrained myself and didn't ask, so as not to affect her feelings.

At this point, she couldn't control herself anymore, her body leaning back, lying diagonally on the bed, her hands inside her pants, fiddling with them. Her face was already exposed, and her expression looked so charming to me, without any sense of coldness.

I cooperated with her, increasing the intensity of the stimulation, saying more vulgar things, like "fuck your little cunt," and speeding up the masturbation. At this point, my sister-in-law had already climaxed, breathing heavily, her legs clamped around her hands, her body arched back, and she cried out "Ah ah." Her hands trembled rapidly inside her crotch.

At this point, her clothes were still intact. She was masturbating in front of me, so I didn't see her naked body or her genitals. However, her moans and expressions were so stimulating that I couldn't control myself and ejaculated. I had only been masturbating for less than 10 minutes, while I boasted about masturbating for at least half an hour.

How embarrassing! Fortunately, my sister-in-law was having an orgasm at the time and didn't see me ejaculate. Under her seductive performance, I quickly got hard again. I quickly cleaned my penis with tissues and wet wipes and continued. After my sister-in-law's orgasm subsided, she thought I hadn't ejaculated.

I slowly begged her to let me see her naked body. Women are obedient when they are satisfied. Under my temptation, she first showed me her figure, and then, under my praise, she threw away her clothes one by one. I praised her for her beautiful figure, saying she must be a model, and she laughed.

She had long legs, and a wide gap between them. When she stood up, the camera was directly aimed at her genitals. She stood with one leg on the computer desk, and the gap between her legs was faintly visible. The pubic hair was fairly even, not too thick, but not sparse either, and well-shaped, clearly groomed.

Then she played with her clitoris for me to see. The clitoris was noticeably erect, probably due to an orgasm, completely different from her sister's. My heart was pounding. Before, I had only seen the bulging genitals under her jeans, but now I saw her completely naked.

Finally, I told her not to get cold, so she lay down, pointed the camera at her genitals, and showed me her vulva. Later, she even parted her labia minora to show me inside. Her vulva was beautiful, somewhat dark, but for a young woman, it was quite fair.

My wife told me that her sister had undergone vulvar cosmetic surgery after giving birth. This was the first time I had clearly seen her genitals, and I was so excited that I was trembling all over, my teeth chattering. If I hadn't just ejaculated, I probably would have ejaculated again.

My sister-in-law also forgot to keep it a secret; when she parted her vagina, her face was directly in front of the camera. As she played with her penis, her emotions surged again, and she started moaning.

We agreed to climax together. She stared at my penis on the screen while simultaneously pointing the camera at her vagina, and we both masturbated at the same time. She was almost at orgasm again soon. Because I had just ejaculated, even though I was masturbating at full speed, I didn't feel like ejaculating. My sister-in-law moaned and trembled again, and then she climaxed. After her climax, she parted her vagina and showed me; there was so much fluid. In this way, my sister-in-law masturbated and climaxed three times in front of me before I finally ejaculated.

She praised my prowess, saying that in all that time, she had no idea I'd secretly ejaculated once.

From that day on, we frequently found opportunities to video-make love. I happened to be away on a business trip for a month, staying in a hotel without my family, which made things even easier. She practically became my wife, touching her erogenous zones daily under my direction and masturbating to orgasm. She even reported her menstrual cycles to me. She also took many photos of her genitals and nude photos with a digital camera and sent them to me (without her face).

However, as time went on, video sex became less stimulating, and so did my sister-in-law. Unlike in the beginning, she wouldn't orgasm after just a few glances at my penis. Gradually, we started to release our pent-up desires more frequently; after all, satisfying ourselves with our fingers is pathetic.

My sister-in-law has suggested several times that she come to Dalian to see me when she goes out (I use a Dalian proxy IP). This excites me, but I still don't dare to meet her. Because that would ruin my family. Some friends suggested I meet her at a hotel, in the dark, and have sex with her before she realizes it's too late. I don't want to, and I dare not, take that risk.

She's always been very protective of her younger sister; the sisters have a very close relationship. If she recognizes me, it will definitely be bad. Besides, I can't bear to hurt her. Her marriage is already unhappy; she hasn't had normal sexual satisfaction for many years. I've been deliberately deceiving her; it's too damaging to her. I can't bear it.

My ideal scenario is that after we meet, my sister-in-law won't recognize me, and we'll have sex without her knowing. That would be so exciting; she would be completely uninhibited and release her true feelings. But that's impossible. I've researched meeting her in disguise. First, she can't possibly go to bed with me without seeing me. No matter how good the makeup, she'll still recognize me. Besides, my voice hasn't changed; she'd still recognize me.

For a while, I was desperate, thinking our relationship was just a fleeting online romance, and nothing could progress. Until one day, when we were exchanging sexual fantasies, I made a discovery. We often fantasized about sex—how we'd meet, how we'd flirt, how we'd make love. I also had a little plan: if she got used to the scenarios, one day we'd plan a date to trick her.

My plan for getting my sister-in-law involved was this: I'd get her used to fantasizing about romantic sex scenes, used to being "trained." Then I invited her to the hotel I had booked. When we got inside, I wasn't there. Following my text message instructions, she took a shower and changed into the sexy clothes I had prepared for her, waiting for me.

I told her I would come to marry her on a cloud of five colors. At that moment, the lights dimmed, music started playing, and there was even smoke. The door opened, and I, wearing a Zorro-like mask, a rose in my mouth, walked towards her. It had to be very romantic and stylish. I picked up a glass of red wine, placed a rose petal inside, and asked her to drink it. (With a rose, there's no need for words.) In the darkness, she wouldn't recognize me in my mask.

Then I asked her to dance. During the dance, I had to be forceful. I stripped off her clothes and danced the tango naked. When her back was to me, I pressed her against the bed, making her bend over, and from behind, I fucked her hard in my favorite position. Finally, she fell asleep under the influence of the aphrodisiac red wine. I took pictures of her naked body and left.

Of course, this was almost as impossible as the Chinese national football team winning the World Cup; it was just a sexual fantasy.

That day, I suddenly wanted to ask my sister-in-law what kind of person she fantasized about when she masturbated. She said she fantasized about her brother-in-law and described his appearance and physique.

I immediately understood: my sister-in-law was actually fantasizing about her brother-in-law—me! She didn't have a brother-in-law at all. So, I became bolder and decided not to risk drugging her, but to use my real identity to seduce her. That way, if successful, it would be safe and wouldn't affect my family.

From then on, I (with my real identity) contacted my sister-in-law more often. At first, we mainly talked about stocks, but later we also talked about life and relationships, and the fake identity contacted her less often. Sometimes both numbers were online, and my sister-in-law would mostly message and chat with her brother-in-law. She stopped paying attention to her husband online.

Before the Spring Festival, my sister-in-law officially got a divorce. She went back to her parents' home for the Spring Festival and stayed at my house. I was incredibly excited. On the third day of the Lunar New Year, she, my wife, and I sat on the bed, watching TV and playing cards. I was filled with fantasies of a threesome.

The two sisters slept together, whispering all night, while I tossed and turned on the bed in the study. My new trousers were tight for the New Year, and with the pre-holiday rush and guests coming over afterward, I hadn't had sex with my wife for over half a month. In my sleep, I even dreamt of having a threesome with them, then woke up to find that I'd had a nocturnal emission again after more than ten years—how embarrassing…

Later, my wife's older sister didn't come home that night, staying at her mother's house. After my wife and I slept together, she chatted with me, and suddenly mentioned her sister, saying her sister had a hard life, almost never having a satisfying sex life after marriage, and that almost ten years had passed, her prime years spent living like a widow. She even cried as she spoke, asking me to help her. My heart pounded. Did my wife want me to satisfy her sister?

My sister-in-law didn't revert to her previous intimacy with me, but she casually mentioned that she found a boyfriend because her sister had introduced him to her through a mutual acquaintance. Without needing to say anything more, my inner turmoil completely dissipated.

I felt ashamed of my past thoughts. My sister-in-law found a boyfriend quickly after breaking up with me, and I harbored resentment, even feeling a sense of "you were used by me, forgot how you begged me to sleep with you?" Looking back now, I realize how petty and unmanly I was.

My conversation with my wife after making love on Sunday night made me even more excited. We had been so intimate that I hugged her and praised her for becoming more and more wanton and sexually sensitive. Suddenly, she blurted out, "Do you think my sister is frigid?"

This startled me, and I quickly laughed it off, "That's a question for... (my sister's ex-husband). How about you let me try?"

My wife slapped me and said, "Seriously! My sister's boyfriend is going to break up."

I suppressed my excitement and pretended to be worried, asking why.

My wife said, "According to the man and the matchmaker, my sister-in-law is very unenthusiastic. Even her kisses are hesitant and awkward; there's no real feeling between them. My sister-in-law told her sister that the man isn't very good; after only a few days, he's already hugging her neck and waist, and he tries to touch her whenever he gets the chance. She doesn't like it anymore."

My wife and her husband think that the man is a good catch and a nice person. Nowadays, especially in divorced couples, hugging and kissing are normal after dating for over a month, and cohabitation is very common. They feel that my sister-in-law's many failed relationships are due to her own actions. Several men complained that she's a cold beauty and they were afraid to get close to her.

My wife knows that my sister-in-law was raped before marrying her brother-in-law, so she has long suspected that my sister-in-law has psychological trauma and is sexually frigid. (After reading too much of the magazine "Zhiyin") What made me even happier was that my wife said that to alleviate her sister-in-law's psychological trauma, she would sometimes deliberately talk about sex with her sister, even telling her about the pleasures of her own married life.

It seems our past suspicions were just us being paranoid.

Even so, I've completely woken up. There's no way my relationship with my sister-in-law can continue, and I don't want it to. "Let this feeling remain forever, in our hearts! Perhaps that's the best ending for us."

Sex is over, but the feelings remain! We're still friends, confidants, family—that's enough for me.

I've figured it out. Why should I always pursue what I can't have, dwell on what I've lost, and stay stuck in memories?

Don't take your blessings for granted. Let's change our perspective. Let's think about the good things about my wife first. Cherish the happiness you have now!

This is a memoir I wrote back then, and it looks terrible now. I was tormented by my sister-in-law's departure, comforting myself by reminiscing about how I played with her, even posting photos of her genitals, and almost posting photos of her thighs too. I feel extremely ashamed now. But I still decided to post it here. After all, it's a record of my soul, a detailed recollection of my lovemaking with my sister-in-law.

Maybe it's to seek psychological balance? Sometimes I comfort myself like this. Although my sister-in-law quickly forgot me and found someone new, I did have sex with her after all. That dignified woman was once beneath me, at my mercy. What is there to lose?

Thinking back to how, under my teasing and sedation, her usual dignified and aloof demeanor was gradually stripped of its reserve and shyness, and she was transformed into a wanton woman in bed, I felt a great sense of accomplishment. It also made me feel much better. So, I had an urge to write it down, to boast, to relieve my own urges.

I can't forget the days we spent together; the time with her was blissful, and our feelings for each other were genuine. I want to write down these most beautiful memories to savor when I'm alone.

I'm savoring them, recalling every detail of our lovemaking, recalling every expression on my sister-in-law's face. I'm savoring the entire process of her transformation from reserve to wantonness, recalling the first time I saw her naked, the first time I entered her body, the first time I entered from behind, the first time she gave me oral sex.

Following my memories, I stepped deeper and deeper into my sister-in-law's body and soul, and fucked her!

As my penis slowly pushed in, my sister-in-law's mouth opened, letting out a soft gasp, her face showing an expression of ecstasy.

But I was startled, thinking, "Oh no, this is bad!"

My sister-in-law's vagina was hotter and tighter than the first time, giving my penis a feeling of being gripped tightly!

Last time, my sister-in-law's vagina was also tight, but it was more of a tense tension; the vaginal opening was tight, but the inside was much looser, so when I inserted it, only the base was tightly gripped, which actually suppressed my excitement. But this time, my sister-in-law's vagina seemed to be filled with something. The sensitive glans and coronal sulcus were tightly wrapped by the congested tender meat. It was hot and tight, and you could even feel the beating of the blood vessels in the vagina. Very irritating to my nerves.

I just fucked for a long time. Although I didn’t ejaculate, it was already 7-8 minutes hot. My sister-in-law’s vagina beat very hard when she climaxed. In order to conquer her, I still maintained a high thrusting speed, which stimulated me very much.

More importantly, after my sister-in-law's orgasm, I felt that having brought her to orgasm, I had achieved my goal of conquest, so I stopped controlling my excitement and went all in and out, fucking her however I wanted to stimulate her. I intentionally rubbed my sensitive glans against the tight opening of her vagina, which brought me close to orgasm as well.

After all, the psychological stimulation was too great; my sister-in-law's expression during her orgasm was incredibly alluring, and I was trembling with excitement. If my sister-in-law hadn't been interrupted by her crying, I would have only been able to continue for another 1-2 minutes before ejaculating.

I was close to orgasm but hadn't yet released, while my sister-in-law had already had a complete orgasm, even taking a shower, her emotions rekindled. My weary army was facing a fresh, energetic force that had just rested. I wasn't confident of victory. What if I ejaculated before my sister-in-law even climaxed? That would be

incredibly embarrassing. Not only would I lose all my virility in front of her, ruining my plans to conquer her, but I'd also lose face in front of my brothers. What worried me even more was that, whether out of shyness or instinct, my sister-in-law didn't spread her legs after penetration. Instead, she straightened them, toes pointing inward, her body arched upward. Having her legs together provides much more friction and stimulation to my penis than spreading them, which would significantly reduce the duration of intercourse.

My wife's "bad habit" of clenching her legs during orgasm has caused me to repeatedly leave her stranded and break down before her, leaving me humiliated and unable to lift my head. Are all women like this? The thought sends shivers down my spine.

I can't just forcefully spread her legs; having a man spread your legs, exposing your most private parts, would make most women feel shy, even humiliated, as if they're being played with. This is especially true for my reserved and shy sister-in-law, who is currently half-heartedly resisting.

She's worried that I don't have genuine feelings for her and am just using her for sex. If I were to forcefully spread her legs, it might interrupt her arousal and even lead her to have negative thoughts. Besides, keeping her legs together might be an instinctive habit; abruptly changing it would only disrupt her sexual desire.

A woman's sexual desire is strange; it can only be aroused through gentle teasing. The reason I didn't consider her habits the first time and just went for it was because the excitement of our first affair stimulated my desire.

I only needed to conquer her with my strength, using a torrential onslaught of stimulation to leave her no time to think or feel shy, forcing her to submit to her own lust. Now that my sister-in-law has started to be reserved and shy, a forceful conquest wouldn't be as stimulating. Besides, I don't have the energy for another nearly ten minutes of non-stop, hard fucking.

"Bad bird! Bad bird! I let my guard down!" I thought to myself.

If I had teased her a little longer and recovered my strength, I would have been fine. But now there's no turning back! A direct confrontation won't work; in this area, it's always the man who ultimately loses. I decided to use technique.

Calming myself, I leaned down, not rushing to thrust. While kissing my sister-in-law, I gently swayed my hips from side to side

. My sister-in-law masturbates by stimulating her clitoris; she's a clitorally sensitive woman. The purpose of this was to rub her clitoris with my pubic bone. Sure enough, after a while, she responded by gently swaying her hips. After rubbing for a while, I calmed down, and my penis became less sensitive, but my sister-in-law was aroused. She was panting softly; I knew the time was right, so I started thrusting.

Because it was a missionary position with my sister-in-law's legs together and me straddling her, our upper bodies were tightly embracing, and her mons pubis was high, her vaginal opening was further back (you can see in the photos of her lower body I posted). Therefore, although our bodies were parallel, there was a certain angle between the penis and the vagina, and I inserted it at a downward angle.

Although the base of my penis was already pressed tightly against my sister-in-law's mons pubis, there was actually still a large part of my penis that was not inserted. I needed to straighten up to insert it all the way in.

I didn't rush to get up. Instead, I hugged my sister-in-law, kissing her earlobes, collarbones, and other sensitive areas with my lips, while slowly and gently thrusting inside her. The speed wasn't fast, but the movements were very precise. Each time my penis entered, it hit her mons pubis before stopping, then swayed a few times. I intentionally used my pubic bone to bump and rub against her clitoris, while simultaneously stirring her vagina. When I withdrew, I only pulled out two-thirds of the way, stopping at the engorged and tightly gripped part of her vaginal opening to avoid stimulating the sensitive coronal sulcus of the glans. Although the movements were more vigorous, the stimulation for me wasn't great. While

it wasn't as direct or frequent as masturbation's stimulation of the clitoris, this slow "flicking" combined with kisses and caresses provided a comprehensive sensory stimulation. My sister-in-law's response was still very strong; she quickly got into the mood and began to moan.

After all, the feeling of being pampered, the feeling of skin-to-skin contact, the feeling of being caressed, the feeling of being squeezed, the feeling of being penetrated, and the feeling of being filled that a woman experiences during sex is something that simple finger stimulation cannot provide, especially for a woman like my sister-in-law who has been craving

sex for many years. Seeing that my sister-in-law was responding, I also increased the speed of my "grinding and thrusting." At this moment, the "virginity technique" I had honed over the years on my wife's belly—not "penetrating the uterus!"—came into play. Although the speed was very fast, every move was still clearly defined, always adhering to the three-word formula of "insert, shake, grind."

"Just like a master singer, even at the fastest tempo, their pronunciation remains clear and crisp, without the slightest ambiguity or hesitation!"

If the tiger's signature moves are "pounce," "flip," and "sweep," and Cheng Yaojin's three signature moves are "splitting the head," "poking the eyes," and "picking the ears," then my signature moves are "inserting, shaking, and grinding." This is the result of my long-term battles and struggles with my wife; otherwise, I would never be able to handle my wife, who doesn't play by the rules and won't climax with her legs spread. I can't help but

feel bitter; one woman with her legs spread is already exhausting, imagine if both sisters were to do that—a threesome would break my back!

With her earlobes sucked, her nipples rubbed, and her genitals rubbed, my sister-in-law quickly experienced a small clitoral orgasm from my "penetration." She began to moan, her pelvis involuntarily twisting, her expression one of pure enjoyment. My penis clearly felt her vagina twitch several times.

I had seen my sister-in-law masturbate in videos; her fingers pressed against her clitoris, rubbing rapidly until she orgasmed, her vaginal opening opening and closing like a fish's mouth. Although it couldn't compare to the loud squelching of Natsume's vaginal opening during her orgasm, the response was still very strong.

My sister-in-law's orgasm consisted of multiple smaller orgasms, wave after wave, each with her vaginal opening and closing several times. Continuing to stimulate her clitoris, her vagina would begin another spasm after a while. The duration varied depending on her mood and excitement, sometimes lasting over ten minutes with ten or more orgasms.

However, indirectly rubbing the clitoris with the base of my penis couldn't compare to the rapid and intense stimulation of the clitoris with my fingers, nor did it suit my sister-in-law's years of masturbation habits. Although I increased the friction, I couldn't push her to consecutive clitoral orgasms like I could with masturbation; instead, I was stuck in a state of limbo.

As the throbbing in her vagina gradually stopped, her brows furrowed, she began to purse her lips, and her body involuntarily writhed. I knew her vagina was itchy deep inside.

I used an alias to seduce my sister-in-law. When we talked about sexual experiences on QQ, she told me that after each masturbation, she didn't feel satisfied, but rather a greater emptiness—a hollow, itchy feeling inside, making her even more uncomfortable. Because the itchy area was deep inside, she couldn't reach it with her fingers, and she was embarrassed and wouldn't accept using any devices for masturbation. She

could only continue massaging her clitoris to relieve her desire until she was exhausted and the feeling slowly disappeared. Therefore, she both hated and loved masturbation. She felt uncomfortable without it, but the more she masturbated, the more she wanted it.

I knew she was in the stage of deep vaginal itching after a clitoral orgasm. I was afraid that if the clitoral orgasm wasn't fully satisfied, the itching inside would be even worse. So I tentatively curled up and tightened my abdomen, allowing my penis to penetrate deeper. My sister-in-law involuntarily let out a soft "ha," her mouth open, looking quite pleased. She loosened her grip on my neck, seemingly encouraging me to get up.

I whispered, "Does it hurt?"

"Ah! No, it doesn't hurt..." she replied.

Feeling smug, I straightened my upper body and thrust deeper. Her legs unconsciously parted. This separation lessened the feeling of tightness; after all, she had given birth naturally, and even with a slender figure, the vagina couldn't tighten as much as a young woman's after a natural birth.

My heart relaxed considerably. I straightened my body and thrust even deeper. With each deeper thrust, her legs parted wider and wider, until finally they were completely spread apart. I breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, my sister-in-law wasn't a girl who crossed her legs!

Taking advantage of the opportunity to kiss her, I bent down and straightened my legs. When I stood up again, my sister-in-law's legs were wide open, and I was kneeling between them. This position made it easier to control her, which gave me more confidence.

I straightened up, grabbed my sister-in-law's legs, and slowly pushed my penis deep into her vagina until the base was tightly pressed against her labia, fully inserted.

My sister-in-law's head snapped back, her mouth opened wide, but she didn't scream. Instead, she made a suppressed "Ah...ha..." sound, like the satisfied groan of someone who had worked all day and was now lying in a tub full of hot water.

Her alluring expression sent a jolt through me. My glans tightened, and I quickly stopped, inhaling and focusing, pressing firmly against her lower body to calm my urges. Just as I caught my breath, my sister-in-law's hips began to involuntarily twitch slightly. Years of emptiness inside had finally been filled; so many places were itchy, needing friction.

I glanced at her expression; her face was flushed, her brows slightly furrowed, her mouth open, her expression seemingly a mixture of pain and pleasure. Because her head was tilted back, and she was caught up in uncontrollable excitement, she hadn't noticed me observing her; otherwise, her desire might have been suppressed by shyness. I

grasped her hips with both hands and began to rock her hips in rhythm with her movements. My penis moved back and forth, up and down, swirling and circling inside her vagina, occasionally making small thrusts.

My sister-in-law clearly enjoyed this stirring. Her mouth was wide open, emitting long "hiss...ha!" sounds as she gasped for breath. Her eyes were half-open, her brows slightly furrowed, her gaze hazy and intoxicated. Her cheeks were flushed, and her phoenix eyes were so alluring they seemed to overflow with water, enough to make one's heart tremble.

Her slender waist swayed, the movements slow and graceful, like a slow rock dance, or like a mermaid swimming leisurely in the water. Her waist was so thin, barely a handful, widening abruptly at her hips, making her waist appear even more slender and her hips fuller. Her pelvis swayed around my penis, driven by her slender waist.

Her pelvis was shallow and wide, her lower abdomen was free of any excess fat, her hip bones were prominent, and a raised ridge of flesh led all the way to her mons pubis—I knew that was the bulge of her vagina. Her two slender legs were bent, spread apart, propped on the bed, occasionally kicking the bed and lifting her hips upwards, seeking a more vigorous thrust from my penis.

I glanced at the place where we were joined; the pubic hair on her mons pubis was thick and neat, her labia minora stretched wide by my penis, revealing the tender red flesh in the middle. Where the labia minora met, there was a cherry-sized, already erect clitoris.

Looking at the woman beneath me, the woman I had longed for day and night, my heart was filled with immense excitement and extraordinary joy. She was so enraptured, so beautiful!

Countless times I've fantasized about this body while masturbating, but when I come to my senses, I know it's just a dream. Many times during sex I've imagined my wife as her older sister, and sometimes she'd reciprocate, but after the intimacy, the older sister's image became blurry, while the younger sister's image became more vivid. It was just bedroom flirting.

I even paid a high price to have sex with a model, simply because she resembled my sister-in-law in certain ways, but afterward, I realized she could never replace Xiao Juan.

I used to think this was a dream that would never come true. But at this moment, my long-held dream has become reality.

An indescribable excitement and pleasure surged within me. Then, a flood of emotions welled up within me: sex makes women beautiful, and a woman at orgasm is the most beautiful! Such a beautiful woman, yet for so many years she had been thirsty, without sexual happiness, without experiencing the joy of orgasm—how unfortunate!

I must bring her sexual happiness! I must make her orgasm! I

couldn't resist grabbing my sister-in-law's hips and beginning to thrust forcefully. My movements were large and forceful, with dramatic ups and downs, a powerful thrust followed by a slow withdrawal, pulling my penis to the vaginal opening, and then forcefully thrusting in again.

Each time I thrust, my sister-in-law trembled involuntarily, her red lips parted slightly, and she let out a moan. Her face flushed even more, even her neck and chest were tinged with a crimson. Her hips involuntarily twisted dramatically, actively responding to my thrusts. We quickly found our rhythm, and

each time I thrust all the way in, I would intentionally pause, letting her sway her hips so that the head of my penis could more fully stimulate the deepest parts of her vagina. When I pulled out, she would twist her waist to adjust the angle of her vagina so that the head of my penis could hit the spot she wanted when I re-entered.

Sometimes she would twist her body dramatically, allowing me to thrust at a large angle, the head of my penis powerfully rubbing against one side of her vaginal wall, enhancing our pleasure.

With our tacit cooperation, my sister-in-law quickly entered a state of arousal.

Her mouth was wide open, but she didn't make a sound. She only let out panting "hiss...ha!" sounds, trying to suppress her body's reaction. Her face was flushed, her hips would occasionally lift up to meet my thrusts, and her hands would clench into fists, placed on her chest, unsure of what to do.

Her breasts were already engorged and swollen, fine beads of sweat seeping from the cleavage, glistening alluringly in the reflection of the sweat. Her nipples were fully erect, swollen like ripe grapes, trembling with my thrusts.

Looking at my sister-in-law's expression, filled with longing yet struggling to suppress her desire, I felt a strong urge to attack her fiercely, to push her to a blissful climax as quickly as possible! But then I thought, I can't rush it. I need to conquer her both psychologically and physically; I should give her unforgettable feelings and excitement. That way, she won't want to leave me. Like men, the longer women suppress their desire before climax, the longer the teasing lasts, the more intense the pleasure during orgasm.

I pressed down on my sister-in-law's twisting hips with both hands and began a different rhythm of thrusting. My penis no longer went all the way in each time, but instead focused on shallow thrusting in and out of her vagina, inserting only about two-thirds of the way before pulling out. Sometimes I would intentionally rub the engorged, tightly gripping part of her vaginal

opening with the head of my penis, enjoying the pleasure my sister-in-law's "tightness" brought me. At first, my sister-in-law found the rapid rubbing of the head of my penis on her vaginal opening very stimulating and comfortable, and her moans became more rapid. But soon, she felt uncomfortable; the external stimulation made her deeper inside even more itchy and yearning. She longed for full penetration, longed for deep inside to be stirred and rubbed, but I always only tasted it shallowly, lingering on the outside.

She started rocking her pelvis, trying to relieve the desire deep within her body. After a few rocking motions, she realized that with only half a penis inside her vagina, the rocking didn't reach the deep desires at all; instead, it only amplified her urges, so she stopped.

I secretly observed her expression the whole time, noticing her furrowed brow and biting her lip. Knowing the moment was right, I knew I shouldn't overdo it. I pulled my penis to the entrance of her vagina, with even the glans partially exposed. After a moment of coolness, seeing my sister-in-law's furrowed brow and biting lip, I thrust in all the way in, then twisted and rocked a few times. The stimulation, like rain after a long drought, overwhelmed my sister-in-law; her mouth opened wide, letting out a groan. Her expression changed from discomfort to pleasure.

I chuckled inwardly. Nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one—even a fierce woman would lose her temper. Let's see how long you can keep up your composure. I'll make you beg me to fuck you. After

teasing you a few times deep inside to calm your lust, I'll pull out again and continue thrusting shallowly, teasing her. Once I've made her furrow her brows and purse her lips, I'll thrust in all the way in. I don't rigidly adhere to the nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one; instead, I adjust based on her reaction. Sometimes it's nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, sometimes five shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, sometimes three shallow thrusts followed by two deep one. Sometimes I even pull out completely and use the head of my penis to plow through her already engorged and open labia, rubbing her clitoris.

The rhythm of the thrusts was adjusted; sometimes it was a light, quick dip, the entry steady and powerful, the withdrawal swift and sudden—before my sister-in-law could even move her hips and enjoy the fullness, I was already out. Other times, I would thrust all the way in, slamming my pubic bone hard against her labia and clitoris, making her gasp. Sometimes I would thrust several times in succession, bringing her to new heights of excitement.

This technique of alternating shallow and deep thrusts quickly aroused her to the point of losing control. Several times she lifted her hips to meet me, but each time she reached her weak spot. I would gently nudge her, then withdraw, like a dragonfly skimming the water, teasing her until she moaned softly. The rapid friction of my large glans against her vaginal opening intensified the itching deep inside. Occasional deep thrusts not only failed to relieve the urge but also fueled an even stronger desire.

Looking at my sister-in-law's yearning expression, I felt a surge of triumph and began my final teasing, a series of powerful, all-in-one thrusts that made her moan loudly. She eagerly awaited my final surge, but I stopped and began a series of shallow thrusts.

At first, she was full of anticipation, waiting for the final deep thrust after nine shallow ones, but instead, I started rubbing against the outside endlessly. One deep thrust is followed by nine shallow ones, so nine deep ones are followed by ninety shallow ones! I know math; I was counting the thrusts, and I hadn't even reached thirty yet. I grinned mischievously. Occasionally, I'd feign a deeper penetration, but never quite reaching the bottom, maintaining her excitement while making her even more uncomfortable.

While I was having sex, I'd steal glances at my sister-in-law's expression; her brow furrowed deeper and deeper, she bit her lip, desperately trying to maintain her composure. Finally, after several fleeting, superficial thrusts, she couldn't hold back any longer. Suppressing the torment of desire, she said to me in as calm and serious a tone as possible, "Stop playing around! We agreed it was just for you to... cum... out..."

Her words were interrupted by a moan; a quick, powerful thrust from my lower body silenced her mouth.

"Stop playing! Ah!..."

"Stop playing! Ah!..."

"No! Ah!..."

"No! Ah!"

Several protests were shattered by my powerful thrusts! Later, "no" became my sister-in-law's way of urging me to thrust.

Hearing my sister-in-law's insincere "no," I couldn't help but think of a line from the adult film "The Jade Maiden Heart Sutra." "All women are the same. At first, they all say no, but later, only one word remains: 'yes.'" I felt smug and playful. I'll just poke your "itchy flesh" (that's what my wife calls the climax), let's see if you're still reserved!

Although I don't have many opportunities to practice, I can't compare to the guys who have seen countless women, but my wife is hard to deal with, so I can only study and practice diligently. Therefore, my theoretical knowledge is very rich, and I belong to the academic "expert."

My sister-in-law is a tall woman with a relatively long vagina, making it difficult for most people to reach her deep erogenous zones. Because these zones are deep, they are delicate, and such women are often very sensitive inside. Their main orgasmic point is often in the "anterior fornix erogenous zone," also known as the "A point," which is the vaginal wall above the cervix. Based on my previous understanding and my sister-in-law's recent orgasm, my judgment was confirmed: her vaginal orgasm was intense, and she was "loaded" inside!

I grabbed my sister-in-law's thighs with both hands, pushed forward forcefully, pressing my knees against her chest until her buttocks lifted off the bed and her vulva faced upwards. Then, straightening my body, I used my lower body strength, and with my penis horizontal, slowly and powerfully inserted it deep into her vagina.

Because my sister-in-law's buttocks were raised and her vulva was facing upwards, this position meant my penis was thrusting upwards, hitting the upper wall of her vagina, where both her G-spot and A-spot are located. The upward angle of insertion, combined with my large glans and the erection from masturbation, meant that after a few thrusts, I managed to reach her A-spot.

My penis is long and thin, with a large head and a thin base, like a mushroom head. Therefore, when having sex with my sister-in-law, I have the ability to thrust in and out deeply without stimulating my sensitive areas. My ex-brother-in-law, on the other hand, is only long enough to fit into the tightest part of her vagina. When he thrusts, the friction is all on the tightest part, so he constantly complains that my sister-in-law's vagina is too tight, causing him to ejaculate prematurely. As for my sister-in-law's A-spot, he can't even touch it. Thinking about this, I felt very proud. (However, although my length is outstanding, the base isn't thick enough, so it still can't compare to a foreign penis, which is a bit of a regret.)

My sister-in-law's body suddenly tensed up, and a very tense expression appeared on her face. I felt her body stiffen as I pressed my hands against her knees, causing me to bounce and her hips to rise even higher. This allowed me to penetrate her at a wider angle.

After a few thrusts, my sister-in-law's reserve was completely shattered.

She began to moan softly, trying to sway her hips, but my penis remained firmly pressed against her vulva, my hands holding her knees down, preventing her from moving. Her face began to sway from side to side on the pillow.

"Ah! No! Stop playing..." Her voice trembled, already bordering on a sob.

My heart softened; this poor woman hadn't experienced sexual pleasure in so long, and I couldn't bear to continue teasing her. I looked down into her eyes; they were now filled with a seductive allure, and she looked utterly pitiful. Her eyes were filled with anticipation and longing, all her cold and reserved demeanor gone.

I thrust my penis in and out, shouting to her, "I love you! I love you! I love you!"

Her face flushed crimson, and she responded in a trembling voice, "I love you too! I love you!"

I stopped thrusting, stared into her eyes, and shouted, "I'm going to make you experience the bliss of womanhood, I'm going to make you climax, I'm going to fuck you senseless! Promise me!"

These words stripped away the last shred of restraint in my sister-in-law's heart, and she cried out in a tearful voice, "Hurry! Hurry! Stop playing around!"

I leaned down, bent my sister-in-law's legs and placed them on my arms, and began to fuck her violently in a prone position!

Because my sister-in-law's legs were draped over my arms, her buttocks were sticking up high, and half of her back was off the bed. Furthermore, her legs were spread into an "M" shape, making her genitals almost completely protrude.

This position allowed my penis to penetrate deeper and harder; almost every time I thrust, I hit her A-spot, and my pubic bone slammed heavily against her labia majora. Under this dual stimulation, my sister-in-law entered a frenzied state. Every time I touched her sensitive areas deep inside her vagina, her body would spasm as if she were being electrocuted.

Because her lower body was raised high and her head was down, her face was flushed red, her mouth wide open, emitting cries of "Ah!... Ah!"

After another forceful thrust, my sister-in-law finally broke down. Her lips trembled, and she let out a scream that sounded like crying. Her vagina convulsed violently, as if the folds of flesh inside were writhing, or as if a small mouth was sucking on my penis. The opening of her vagina also began to clench tightly, almost causing my penis to bleed back.

The immense pleasure made my sister-in-law lose control. She groaned loudly and unconsciously twisted her hips, trying to gain even greater pleasure. But because her legs were bent and draped over my arm, this position made it difficult for her to move, causing her great discomfort. She couldn't help but cry out, "Hurry, hurry! Fuck me..."

This plea excited me immensely. I no longer cared about anything else, thrusting in and out fully, sprinting at full speed, my pubic bone slapping against her labia majora with a loud slapping sound.

My sister-in-law's reaction became even more intense. She unconsciously muttered, "Fuck...fuck!" Her hands pressed against my buttocks, forcefully pushing me down and swaying from side to side, guiding the movement of my penis.

With the cooperation of my penis, my sister-in-law's orgasm was released very thoroughly, her vaginal contractions coming in waves until they gradually weakened. I couldn't hold back any longer. After another violent thrust, my sister-in-law's vagina clenched, and I ejaculated. I held her firmly against her lower body, my penis throbbing violently as I ejaculated.

My sister-in-law hadn't been filled with semen for many years. The scalding semen shooting inside her was incredibly stimulating. She had already passed her peak, but the stimulation of my ejaculation caused her to moan again, her vagina twitching for a long time after my ejaculation.

For a long, long time, we stopped. I glanced at my sister-in-law; her face was flushed, her body and lower abdomen trembling occasionally, still savoring the afterglow of her orgasm…

It took a long time, until my penis completely softened, for her to slowly come back to her senses. She glanced at me, then said coquettishly, "You're killing me..." She then got up, clutching her lower body, and ran into the bathroom. I got up and followed her in.

[The End]

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