I had a close encounter with my second sister-in-law.

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I have two older sisters-in-law. According to my mother-in-law, she originally only planned to have two children and didn't want any more. I have to thank the great leader Chairman Mao for this. The "May Seventh Cadre School" route sent my mother-in-law to the countryside for re-education by poor peasants. While undergoing this re-education, to pass the time, she gave birth to my wife at the age of 36 in the countryside: a beautiful and intelligent girl! Therefore, my wife is quite far in age from her two older sisters—11 years younger than the eldest and 7 years younger than the second. The eldest sister-in-law is of average appearance and, during her school years, was caught up in the Cultural Revolution, so she was just an ordinary working-class person. My second sister-in-law, however, is different. From a young age, she was talented in singing and dancing, and multi-talented. A few years after the resumption of the college entrance examination, she was admitted to a very good university and was assigned to work at a state-owned research institute after graduation. She not only had a very good job, but also possessed the kind of beauty and figure that would make men swoon. My wife looks very similar to her second sister-in-law, only slightly less so in terms of height and build. My wife is 1.65 meters tall; her second sister is 1.68 meters tall.com">91 Premium Domestic Self-Produced Permanent Online Viewing. Because her second sister had practiced dance in school, her figure was more upright than my wife's, and her legs were more shapely and long. To outsiders who had never met them before, they could immediately tell they were sisters. At first glance, they were practically carbon copies of Maggie Cheung in her youth. They both had slightly upturned eyes and delicate and elegant features. So, I put in a lot of effort when I was pursuing my wife, but heaven rewards those who persevere. The year my wife and I got married, my second sister-in-law had just given birth, and her husband was the marketing manager of a fairly large company. He was a man with good looks and temperament. He was good at both character and career, and my mother-in-law acted as matchmaker for them. I am five years younger than my second sister-in-law, and I have a cheerful personality and a great sense of humor, so she always treated me like her younger brother. We got along very well and often joked around and talked about things related to sex, but we never did anything inappropriate. Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, my child is five years old, while my second sister-in-law's child is already in school. She herself jumped on the bandwagon of China's economic boom, first working for a foreign company in finance for several years, and then starting her own company. With her talent and wisdom, she carved out a niche for herself in the industry! Within a few years, she was driving her own Nissan Toyota. The company's profits also increased year after year. Our relationship became even more harmonious, gradually evolving from harmless jokes to more risqué ones. Perhaps due to her education and environment, my second sister-in-law speaks with elegance and wit, often becoming the center of attention at banquets, leaving a deep and positive impression on her clients. To be fair, my second sister-in-law's success wasn't due to her appearance, but entirely to her personal charm. Perhaps for this reason, when no one else was around, she often made jokes with me that might seem a bit excessive to outsiders, like when talking about happy things. She would chuckle, unexpectedly touch my genitals, and say in a sweet voice, "What the hell are you laughing at!" Then she would giggle. I think maybe she would never say such things in public, but deep down, whether man or woman, there's always a desire to say these things to someone to relieve the stress of work. She couldn't say these things elsewhere, so she could only indulge herself in front of me. Because she always treated me like her own younger brother, she had told me more than once that I had hoped for a younger brother when I was little, and now she felt like I was her brother. For this reason, she could say things to me without any reservations that she wouldn't say to anyone else. Once, we talked about marital sex life, and she asked me how often she and her sister usually made love. I answered about once a week. I then asked her how often she and her husband came to have sex. She said they were both very busy and rarely had the energy or time for sex, less than once a month on average. I chuckled and asked, "How long do you two usually do it?" Seeing my playful expression, she teased me, saying, "We concentrate our efforts, unlike you who always play guerrilla warfare." I pressed, "And how long does your 'annihilation' last?" She chuckled, quickly pinched my penis, and whispered, "Anyway, it's better than your balls!" Then she turned and slipped away, leaving me feeling itchy and helpless! At first, I was a little embarrassed, but I got used to it and didn't care about these low-brow jokes anymore. Sometimes, I would even retaliate: reaching out to touch her breasts while muttering, "Go to hell!" We didn't think anything of it; in fact, we found it quite amusing. We've even made similar jokes at my mother-in-law's house, and no one took it seriously. Because everyone felt that the more innocent and honest one was, the more open and honest one's heart was. We were truly like that back then, not thinking too much about anything. But an incident later completely changed this situation. That year, I opened a restaurant, and my second sister-in-law often brought guests to eat there. One evening in September, she brought several guests for dinner. Around nine o'clock, her guests left, having finished their meal. I was watching TV in another private room when she pushed open the door and came in. She was probably very happy, having had a few extra beers, and her face was flushed. Seeing me alone on the sofa watching TV, she sat down next to me and said in a slightly drunken tone, "What are you doing all alone? And with the door closed, I thought you were doing something naughty. I'm just sitting here to sober up; it won't interfere with your naughty activities, will it?" "You see? I'm all alone here, no other women. What naughty things could I possibly do?" "Heh, who says you can't do naughty things alone? Does self-pleasure count as doing naughty things?" So that's what she meant. I smiled but didn't say anything. But then I noticed her gaze was fixed on my genitals. I looked down and saw that because of the heat, I was only wearing a pair of silk shorts, and my penis was limply peeking out from the loose fabric. I said mischievously, "Look, your self-stimulated penis can be so soft!" She had probably drunk quite a bit, because she brazenly said, "Let me check." As she spoke, she reached out and grabbed the foreskin of my exposed penis, slowly touching it as she looked at it. I was a little dumbfounded. We'd joked around before, but we'd never been this intimate before! I didn't dare move, knowing she was a bit drunk, and let her gently caress my penis. Later, she went even further, using her other hand to lift the bottom of my shorts, gently pulling back the foreskin, and then began to stroke my penis with her beautiful hand. She was still muttering, "I want to see how hard your dick can get." I knew she was a little drunk, and she might not actually be thinking of seducing me. But I'm a perfectly normal man, how could I resist the advances of such a beautiful woman? I didn't care anymore and reached out to touch her breasts. She blocked me with her hand, saying, "You're not allowed to touch me, only I can touch you." What kind of domineering attitude was that? That day she was wearing a milky-white, thin, business-like skirt suit. Without further ado, I lifted her skirt with my other hand and slipped it inside. Luckily, she wasn't wearing pantyhose, just a pair of skin-colored thigh-high stockings. She twisted her body and thighs trying to avoid my sudden attack. Perhaps because she was drunk, it didn't take much effort for me; my index finger slipped around the edge of her panties and into her vagina. We started stimulating each other; she vigorously stroked my penis, and I vigorously stimulated the tender flesh inside her vagina! Neither of us dared to make a sound, because just outside the door were the waiters and other diners. I don't know how she felt at that moment, but I noticed her face was even redder. As for me, my penis was already throbbing uncontrollably! It was incredibly uncomfortable! I wrapped my other arm around her waist, flipped her over, and pinned her to the armrest of the sofa, her long, slender legs dangling below her, her feet firmly on the ground. Her head rested against the back of the sofa, her hands forced to rest on the surface. She seemed half-drunk, but she knew there were people outside the door, and dared not resist loudly. She could only resist with low voices and slight twists as I tried to pull off her underwear. Under my intense lust, this resistance was insignificant. I easily pulled her panties down to her knees and lifted her skirt up to her waist. I didn't even need to take off my own underwear, as my penis was already erect. I placed my hands on her back, and the hard head of my penis pressed against her vaginal opening… At this point, she stopped twisting her body and turned her head to gently say to me, "Don't wrinkle my skirt, people will notice when we go out." I hummed in agreement, took my hands off her back and placed them on the back of the sofa. My penis slid smoothly down her thighs and into her vagina. My sister-in-law's vagina was warm and slippery, not very tight, probably because she had given birth or because she had just released a lot of vaginal lubrication. I was very excited at that moment. Beautiful woman! Almost incestuous! Guests walking outside! These factors strongly stimulated my nerves! If it weren't for the fact that her vagina was quite slippery, I think I might have ejaculated immediately! Fortunately, her slippery vagina made my thrusting feel very comfortable, and the stimulation to my glans was relatively less.So, without a word, I began to relentlessly thrust into my sister-in-law's vagina! She lay on the sofa armrest, her head pressed against the backrest, silently letting me pound into her from behind! That feeling is unforgettable! Soon, I started to feel a tingling, itchy sensation in my glans, and my entire penis was throbbing. I knew I was about to lose control. I desperately wanted to ejaculate inside her; it felt so good! But I was worried about getting her pregnant. If I ejaculated outside, I was afraid of staining her dress. While I was caught in this dilemma, anxious and conflicted, she seemed to sense my throbbing glans inside her vagina. Without looking up, she whispered, "Ejaculate inside, I have an IUD." Hearing this, I was overjoyed and thrust forcefully more than ten times in succession, finally penetrating deep into her vagina, my glans trembling as I ejaculated seven or eight streams of semen! I don't know if she reached orgasm; I asked her later, but she never gave me an answer! But I clearly remember that when I ejaculated, her feet, which had been standing on the ground, lifted off the ground, her legs hooked back, and I even saw the muscles around her vulva, near her groin, twitch slightly. I think she must have felt quite good then! After ejaculating, I didn't immediately pull out my now-soft penis. Firstly, I wanted to linger a little longer in her warm, moist vagina, and secondly, I was worried that pulling out too soon would bring out some semen. She quietly leaned against the sofa armrest, and I stood quietly behind her. Until she took a deep breath and softly said, "Come out, get some napkins." I hummed in agreement, took two napkins from the glass on the table behind me, placed one under her vaginal opening, and held the other in my hand. I slowly pulled out my now-soft penis and quickly wiped away the sticky fluid. She reached over from below and took my hand to press the napkin against the opening of her vagina, wiping gently a few times. She then looked up and gestured towards the glass containing the napkins. I understood and took some more, handing it to her. She covered her vagina with the napkins and slowly rose, squatting with her legs apart, quietly waiting for the semen to slowly flow out. She carefully wiped around her vaginal opening again, took a pack of sanitary napkins from her handbag on the sofa, tore off the adhesive, and stuck the napkins inside her underwear at the back of her knees. She lifted her underwear and stood up, her skirt falling naturally down her back. She walked to the mirror, carefully combed her slightly messy hair, straightened her skirt, picked up her handbag, and headed for the door. During this time, we didn't exchange a single word. I watched her until she reached the door. Just as she was about to open it, she glanced back at me, then turned away and said, "Don't tell anyone about what happened today." With that, my second sister-in-law opened the door and left. I stood there for a long time, watching her graceful departing figure. Ever since that intimate encounter at the restaurant, my second sister-in-law and I had gone through a period of mutual avoidance. The old jokes and playful physical advances were gone. About a year later, we returned to our old relationship, and the jokes started happening again. But my second sister-in-law never mentioned what happened that night, as if it had never occurred. Sometimes I thought about it, after all, that night had left a deep and beautiful memory. I always hoped for another chance to be intimate with her. I figured that since we'd already been together once, another time wouldn't be too difficult. But my second sister-in-law's aloof attitude dispelled my fantasies. Perhaps I should be content with what I've already experienced. Perhaps beautiful things always arrive just when people are about to lose their illusions! This is another story about me and my second aunt.

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