She was stripped naked by her brother-in-law in the middle of the night, mistaking him for her husband, and allowed him to do as he pleased.

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I've been married for almost ten years, but I still live with my parents-in-law, my husband's younger brother, and my sister-in-law. We live in a four-story house we built ourselves in the suburbs. My parents-in-law live on the first floor, my husband, our child, and I live on the second floor, and my husband's younger brother and sister-in-law live on the third floor. We eat on the top floor. Many hands make light work, and many people make things lively, but more people often lead to more problems. I've always thought there was something wrong with my husband's younger brother, who is 32 years old and still unmarried. I just can't quite put my finger on what's wrong with him, and I don't dare to speculate. He's a homebody now, although he used to work, but unexpectedly, he quit two years ago and stays home all day. He says he wants to focus on writing and become a writer. I think that's more like being a stay-at-home dad. Although we live in the same building, apart from eating together, we stay on our own floors and rarely go into other people's spaces. For example, we don't go to the third floor, and my husband's younger brother and sister-in-law don't come to the second floor; those are our private spaces. However, I suddenly noticed that my brother-in-law was frequently sneaking up to the second floor, even to use the restroom. His behavior was a bit unusual, but I couldn't do anything about it. After all, we're family; he could always come down to use the restroom. The problem started the night before last. That night, my husband went out to dinner with his boss. After dinner, he said he'd play mahjong with his boss for a while and wouldn't be back until after midnight. I was quite tired that day, so I fell asleep before 11 pm. I don't know when, but in my hazy sleep, I seemed to sense my husband returning. After getting into bed, he hugged me and started taking off my pajamas. Although I felt uncomfortable being woken up by his actions, I then thought, "I usually wake him up like this when he's asleep too." Thinking this, I felt better and pretended to be asleep, letting him continue. But as my sleepiness faded, I suddenly felt something was off about the man sleeping on top of me. First, he had a smell that my husband didn't have, a smell that was nauseating. Second, his breathing was off. Third, his movements were not only rough, but he also seemed eager to finish quickly. Sensing something was wrong, I grabbed the man on top of me and pushed him aside, while simultaneously reaching for the bedside light switch. But at that moment, the man struggled and ran away. When the light came on, the man was still in the room—it was my brother-in-law! My God, I had been slept with by my brother-in-law! But I dared not scream, because I knew that even if I exposed this pervert, my own reputation would be ruined, and more importantly, my family would undoubtedly face collapse. But if I protected this pervert, what if he took advantage of me? I really didn't know whether I should tell my husband or not! At home, I'm very careful about my clothes and appearance, and even in the summer I don't dare wear too little. I've noticed him glancing at me several times before. However, when I married into the family, he was still a student, so I didn't think much of it. But as I integrated into the family, that sense of unfamiliarity and girlish shyness gradually faded away. My brother-in-law is now a grown man, even stronger and taller than my husband. Because my mother-in-law is home, he's embarrassed to talk too much with me, his sister-in-law, or say anything inappropriate. But as soon as my mother-in-law leaves, he becomes much more talkative, chatting about everything under the sun, and I often find myself amused by him. Actually, I'm only two years older than him, 1.65 meters tall. Although we got married a bit early, we're practically the same age, so there's nothing to be ashamed of. But I'm still his sister-in-law, so I have to act older and consider my image. The young man is very talkative and charming, often charming girls. He frequently tells me about his pursuit of girls in school and his current girlfriend. However, he recently broke up with one and is quite upset. I can't argue with him, but I find him quite interesting. I didn't finish high school; I only have a junior high education. I'm not very bright, and books give me a headache. Before marrying my husband, I worked as a supermarket clerk. My husband didn't have much schooling either; he studied interior design. In our family, my brother-in-law is the most educated. The next day at dinner, I acted as if nothing had happened. I didn't want to break up our family and disrupt our current harmony. I also thought my brother-in-law might have acted impulsively, and given his recent bad mood, I forgave him this once—after all, he hadn't done anything to me. Because of my "endurance," our family lived a peaceful and happy life, but my brother-in-law and I didn't chat as naturally as before; perhaps I was deliberately avoiding him. I thought the awkwardness would dissipate over time. This morning, he dressed smartly and went out. Before leaving, he asked my mother-in-law for 200 yuan. He even greeted me as he left and played with the child for a while. He seemed perfectly normal. Who knew that when he came home at 2 pm, he would turn into a monster in human clothing? When he came in, I was watching TV in the living room. I glanced at him; his face was flushed, and he was unsteady on his feet, like he'd had too much to drink. After coming in, he went to the bathroom, then sat down opposite me. He asked where my mother and child were. I said they had just gone out and were probably wandering around the neighborhood. He said he'd had too much to drink and begged me to make him a strong cup of tea, which I agreed to. I also told him to go to the inner room and get some rest. He said, "Yes, sister-in-law," and staggered into the room. I made him some water, out of kindness, to help him sober up, and then brought it to the bedroom, placing it on the bedside table. He was still lying down at the time, and when he saw me come in, he thanked me first. As I put down the water and was about to leave, I accidentally tripped over his leg and fell. He quickly helped me up and picked me up. In that instant, he became aggressive, shoving me onto his bed and pinning me down. He piled up all my clothes and started groping my breasts. Although I'm over 30, my breasts were still quite firm and soft. I said, "Brother-in-law, please don't do this," and tried to push him away, but he was very strong, and I felt helpless, like a little bird. After kissing for a while, he put his hand under my skirt. I said, "If you don't stop, I'll scream for help!" He glared at me fiercely and said, "You dare? Let's see if you still want me after you call my brother. You'll be kicked out of the house." My mind went blank, and my throat felt like it was blocked, so I couldn't make a sound. I only heard my brother-in-law say, "Actually, I've liked you for a long time. I won't hurt you. Anyway, my brother isn't home often. It's a pity that you're so beautiful and have such a great figure. Let me satisfy you today." Actually, since having a child, my husband has become increasingly irresponsible. Sometimes he doesn't come home for half a month. He works like a dog every day to earn money so we can have a good life, but he's not always there when I need him. Sometimes he finishes quickly, making it hard for me to resist. I understand him, so I often use a vibrator to satisfy myself. As he spoke, his penis entered my vagina. My brother-in-law's penis was so big; it filled my vagina completely after I gave birth. My body uncontrollably leaked a lot of vaginal fluid, and I felt like I was floating. I hadn't felt this way in a long time. I didn't dare open my eyes to look at him. My brother-in-law lewdly said, "Sister-in-law, you haven't been fucked in a long time, have you? You're so wet."He hoisted my legs onto his shoulders, thrusting deep inside me each time. Each thrust felt incredibly pleasurable. My face flushed, I gasped for breath, trying desperately to hold back my moans. My body was hot and itchy; I couldn't control myself anymore, letting out soft moans. "You're so horny, I'm going to fuck you to death," he said, increasing the speed of his thrusts. "Faster, faster... I'm... I'm coming... I'm about to climax." I gave him a direct signal, and my brother-in-law, like a pile driver at full throttle, pumped in and out at top speed. With each thrust, I suppressed a "whoosh" of pleasure. My genitals leaked a lot of fluid, so much so that each thrust made a soft slapping sound. Along with my climax, my brother-in-law ejaculated, shooting onto my stomach—at least he had some conscience. After that first time, breaking down the barrier, we made love frequently and without restraint when no one was home. That night, a light rain started falling outside the window. My husband was away on a business trip, and I felt a little restless. I texted my brother-in-law. "What are you doing?" "Reading." "There's a good book here, do you want to read it?" "Hehe, wait a minute." A little while later, the doorbell rang. When I opened the door, my brother-in-law had a wicked grin on his face. I smiled sheepishly too. He immediately rushed into the room, grabbed me, and said, "You slut, you want to fuck me, don't you? Is your cunt itchy?" I immediately got aroused and hummed, "Yes." He dragged me to the bed, pushed me down, and quickly stripped me naked. He touched my cunt and found it was already very wet. He said to me, "You slut, your cunt is really horny, so wet already." Hearing him call me that and say those things, I immediately moaned, "Yes, I am a slut, come and fuck me." I have pretty big breasts, a C-cup. He touched my breasts with one hand, pinching my nipples, and slipped a finger inside my panties to tease my vagina. Just a couple of strokes, and my vagina was overflowing with wetness. I had imagined myself aroused before he even came. As soon as he touched me, I couldn't take it anymore. After just a few strokes of his fingers on my breasts and vagina, I moaned to my brother-in-law, "Put it in already, put it in already!" My brother-in-law hadn't expected me to be so horny. He wanted me to have sex before we'd even started foreplay. He ignored me and kept playing with my breasts and vagina. My vagina was getting wetter and we couldn't control myself. My moans grew louder and louder, even turning into screams. I pleaded with him urgently, "Put it in already, I'm so itchy! Please! Put it in already, please!" My brother-in-law teased me on purpose, asking, "Where does it itch?" I replied, "My vagina itch, please!" He then asked, "Is your pussy itchy? Is your pussy horny? Are you a slut?" I replied, "I am a slut, I am a horny pussy, fuck my horny pussy!" He wasn't in a hurry and asked again, "Slut, do you like being fucked? Do you like being fucked by men?" I replied, "Yes, yes, I like being fucked by men, I like being fucked by you! Fuck my horny pussy, please!" After saying that, I shouted! He felt he had teased me enough, so he mounted me, and his big cock slammed into my horny pussy. My horny pussy was full of lustful juices, and it made a "plop" sound when it went in. As soon as he went in, I couldn't take it anymore, and then I held his buttocks with both hands and slowly pressed, wishing he would fuck me like a pile driver! My brother-in-law was probably thinking: This young woman is really a slut. As soon as I went in, she held my buttocks, and then she kept thrusting her buttocks to cooperate with me. She was also under me, rotating and swaying her buttocks, squeezing my cock. Her technique was very good, and it felt very good to me. He couldn't hold back either, and quickly and forcefully fucked my cunt. Since we were already quite familiar with each other, we were both very open. I had told him that I liked to use vulgar language during sex, liked to curse each other, and liked to be humiliated. So, as he fucked me hard, I said, "Fuck me, fuck me to death, I'm a slut, a whore, I just love being fucked by you." He replied, "You're just a slut who needs to be fucked, you want a man to fuck you every day, right?" I asked again, "Yes, I want a man to fuck me every day, I want different men to fuck me." I said, "Is my cunt fat? Do you like to fuck my fat cunt? Does it feel good?" Hearing my horny words, he fucked me even harder. After a few minutes, my cunt was contracting strongly, gripping his penis. I was already very excited. He felt it too, and fucked me even harder, stimulating me in a way I liked—through the air. Before, when we talked and watched porn, he had mentioned fantasizing about a threesome, wanting to try fucking two people at the same time. So I said, "Honey, I'll call a friend over later so you can fuck me too, okay? We can both serve you, play together, and have two sluts take turns letting your big cock fuck you." He got even more excited and shouted, "Okay, call her over and let's fuck you both to death!" I then said to him, "Do I look like a naturally slutty whore, a horny bitch in heat?" He replied, "Yes, you are a slutty woman, you are a horny bitch, you like to stick your ass out and let me fuck you." We fucked like this for about 10 minutes, and I couldn't hold back my orgasm. I'd never experienced anything so stimulating before. It felt so exciting! When I was about to cum, he pulled out and ejaculated on my face and mouth, a method we had discussed beforehand, knowing I could accept and like. After he finished, I voluntarily stuck out my tongue and licked his glans, cleaning up the remaining semen! After our first time, we hugged each other and rested, and he stayed there to sleep. In the middle of the night, I vaguely felt someone touching me. I opened my eyes and saw him staring at me lecherously. I couldn't resist anymore. He started fiddling with my vulva, and slowly, I started to get wet. He was very skilled and easily found my G-spot, stroking it incessantly until I was wet. He pressed and teased me, gradually increasing the pressure, and soon I orgasmed. My brother-in-law looked at me and said, "Give me oral sex." His penis was slightly curved, which I found very sexy. I used the tip of my tongue to entwine around his glans, making him gasp and tremble with pleasure. I took his entire penis into my mouth and stroked it up and down, accompanied by saliva, a bit like quickly eating an ice pop, which felt strange in my mouth. A little semen seeped from his glans. After stroking it for a while, my mouth got tired, so I used my hand, significantly increasing the speed. He also exclaimed how enjoyable it was. I licked his glans with the tip of my tongue while my hand stroked it up and down rapidly. Hearing his involuntary moans, I knew he was close to climaxing. I pushed his penis down my throat, choking several times until my eyes almost watered. Clearly, this action excited him greatly, and he ejaculated in just a few strokes. He smiled with satisfaction: "Your skills are pretty good. Looks like my brother trained you quite well." When I woke up in the morning, we had another wonderful time together, and he ejaculated countless times. I cooked him breakfast, and with both mouths full, he went to write with renewed energy. It seems that men really do need the nourishment of sex. It exhausted me, though. It was pleasurable, but my health is more important. I guess I need to be more moderate in the future; one or two rounds a day is enough. For the next few days, we were either in her room or mine; not a single night was quiet. I was experiencing intense pleasure every day, and he, besides being incredibly pleasurable, was also incredibly exhausted. He said this was the happiest time of his life sexually. Yes, it was also my happiest time. Why is it so pleasurable to sleep with someone else's woman? During this time, he felt guilty towards my husband. I told him it was okay, that my husband knew I wasn't doing well and was heartbroken for me. Besides, we've both been through this, and he wouldn't hold it against me. Moreover, it's our secret. He was finally reassured. I thought that once my husband came back, things couldn't continue like this. I said it definitely couldn't be like this anymore. Whenever I wanted to, I could call him, and we'd go out to a hotel. Don't worry, I'd make sure you had a great time anytime; we'd never go back to the old ways. Or, if I missed him, I could call him, and he could come and make me happy. However, we couldn't contact each other too often, and we couldn't show anything in front of others to avoid arousing suspicion. After that, we maintained the relationship; he enjoyed it, and so did I, about two or three times a month. I couldn't just be busy taking care of others and neglect my husband. My husband still couldn't perform, so I had his friend help satisfy him.Others had their doubts. After that, we maintained the relationship; he enjoyed it, and so did I, probably two or three times a month. I couldn't just be busy taking care of others and neglect my husband. My husband still couldn't perform, so I had his buddy help satisfy him.Others had their doubts. After that, we maintained the relationship; he enjoyed it, and so did I, probably two or three times a month. I couldn't just be busy taking care of others and neglect my husband. My husband still couldn't perform, so I had his buddy help satisfy him.Others had their doubts. After that, we maintained the relationship; he enjoyed it, and so did I, probably two or three times a month. I couldn't just be busy taking care of others and neglect my husband. My husband still couldn't perform, so I had his buddy help satisfy him.Others had their doubts. After that, we maintained the relationship; he enjoyed it, and so did I, probably two or three times a month. I couldn't just be busy taking care of others and neglect my husband. My husband still couldn't perform, so I had his buddy help satisfy him.

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