The woman sleeping next to me

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The woman sleeping next to me
... "Get out of here, you bastard!"
I thought to myself, looking at the woman sleeping beside me.
This shouldn't have happened. For God's sake, I'm an adult; I should be able to control my behavior and make wise decisions. I understand I bear some responsibility for this, but I really didn't intend for it to happen. It's like a joke; this silly flirting is utterly foolish. How am I supposed to face my brother after this? And how am I supposed to face this woman named Camille when she wakes up?
That day, when my brother Bill brought Camille home to meet his parents, I was completely captivated by her sexy allure. This woman was incredibly beautiful—1.65 meters tall, 52 kilograms, 38D breasts, and cascading black hair that reached her hips. The only flaw was a few freckles on her face, but her figure was undeniably stunning.
Later, for about six months, I didn't see Camille much; she and my brother Bill were deeply in love. Six months later, they got married and bought a house three blocks from mine, and our interactions began to increase. Actually, the more I saw her, the worse it was for my heart, because every time I saw her, my heart would pound uncontrollably.
There was a beautiful swimming pool in my yard, and I told Bill and Camille they could come swimming anytime, whether I was home or not.
One day, I came home from work for lunch and saw Camille coming out of the pool wearing a tiny bikini. The bikini was so small, barely covering her nipples and vulva. Through the narrow crotch strap, I could clearly see that her pubic hair was shaved, and my first thought was, "I wonder what it would taste like to lick a vulva that's been shaved like that."
I made myself a sandwich, grabbed an iced Coca-Cola, and went to the poolside. Camille was lying on a large towel with her arms outstretched above her head, enjoying a sunbath. I looked at her alluring body and said, "Oh, you look like a delicious meal."
She looked up at me and said, "I bet you've said that to every girl."
"No, I only say it to girls who interest me."
"Oh my god, why didn't you tell me before I got married?"
"I don't know, but I really regret not saying it then."
"I'm not trying to talk about your private life, but Bill told me the reason your wife left you was because you said those things to girls who interested you, and you actually had affairs with some of them." "
What does Bill know? Actually, it wasn't Jody who left me, it was me who kicked her out because I caught her having group sex with some of my old friends."
"I heard you did it too, why didn't you let her?"
"The problem is, my dear, I've never played around with it. Yes, I've flirted with a lot of women, and I do like some, but I've never taken my thing out except in front of Jody."
Camille glanced at my crotch and chuckled, "I think it wants to be taken out right now."
"Yeah, yeah, I think so too. I think I'd better hurry back to work, lest it misbehave and cause me trouble."
Just as I turned to leave, Camille laughed and said, "Come back soon, girls love to hear compliments."
From then on, Camille and I flirted and teased each other for two years. She was happy to joke around with me and tell harmless jokes. She often came to swim in my pool because she knew I would see her in a bikini that barely covered her private parts when I came back for lunch. Camille had several bikinis, and each new one she wore was much smaller than the last, exposing even more of her body. After getting out of the pool, she always liked to walk around in high heels.
One day when I came home, I found her lying naked on a towel, seemingly wanting her whole body to be tanned to the same color. As usual, she giggled, looking at the tent in my pants, while thanking me for the compliment on her body.
For me, moments like these always felt a little awkward, and I could only laugh awkwardly and reply, "I really want to devour you,"
or "One day you'll trap me, you'll get into big trouble."
Camille would laugh and say, "Oh, you're just a little cat obsessed with women's vulvas, your words don't count."
or "You know yourself, you only talk, you don't act."
We both knew she could excite me and get an erection. At the same time, we both knew that I would never take any real action against her.
But, one Sunday morning in August, everything changed. That day, I was lying naked by the pool sunbathing when I heard the clatter, clatter, clatter of high heels. I looked up and saw Camille walking towards me. She was supposed to go on a weekend trip with Bill, and I hadn't expected her to come to my house.
She was wearing a mini-skirt and a tight-fitting t-shirt with a low neckline, her nipples clearly visible, obviously not wearing a bra. Looking at her sexy appearance, my penis immediately became erect.
"Looks like this guy's happy to see me,"
Camille said, looking at my erect penis.
"I thought you went out of town with Bill for the weekend,"
I said, grabbing a towel to cover my erect penis.
“Bill got called in late last night to work overtime, apparently there was some problem with the computer system. He has to work all day today. So, I thought I'd come over here instead. Don’t bother covering yourself with the towel, honey, I’ve already seen everything. I love seeing you like that, it proves I’m still attractive.”
She put down her handbag and said, “I brought a bikini, but I don’t think I need to wear it, since you’re naked anyway.”
With that, she took off her clothes, spread a blanket on the floor at my feet, and lay down with her feet facing me. She spread her legs wide, exposing her shaved vulva to me.
“Ah, the sunshine feels so good,”
she said, stealing glances at my trembling penis.
I really wanted to yell at her, “You filthy bitch! Don’t you know what you’re doing to me?”
But I didn’t say a word, because I knew that damn woman knew what she was doing.
About an hour later, Camille said she was afraid of getting sunburned and asked me to help her apply sunscreen to her back and thighs. I first applied some sunscreen to the back of her thighs, then moved over her buttocks and started applying it to her back.
"Hey, do you think my buttocks won't get sunburned? You need to put some there too, darling."
As I applied sunscreen to her buttocks, my penis became uncontrollably swollen and felt a little painful. After finishing her buttocks, I returned my hands to her back and continued applying sunscreen until I finished her shoulders.
Suddenly, she turned over, looked at me with a playful smile, and said, "Since your hands are already covered in sunscreen, I don't need to use them anymore. Could you please apply some to my front too, darling?"
Okay, I thought to myself, "Looks like you're trying to tease me. Fine, let's have some fun then." Without hesitation, I pressed my hands against her full breasts, kneading them vigorously, then moved them to her flat stomach, and finally to her mons pubis. I initially wanted to slip a finger between her labia, but as I approached, I changed my mind, deciding not to be too forward; after all, she was my brother's wife.
While I was applying sunscreen, my erect penis inevitably poked at her body from time to time. Finally, Camille couldn't help but say, "What's that thing constantly poking me, you big tiger? Please don't hurt me with that thing!"
That "thing" was about to explode. I quickly applied sunscreen for her, wanting to rush back into the house to take care of my business, but Camille seemed to know where I was going and what I was doing, so she burst out laughing. Not wanting her to see me make a fool of myself, I abandoned my plan to go back to my room to masturbate and instead turned and lay face down on my recliner.
Lying face down on the recliner, I could both conceal my erect penis and avoid the sun shining directly on my face. After a while, as I became drowsy, I felt a pair of hands stroking my back and heard Camille say, "You've already applied it for me, so it's fair I should apply it for you too."
She started applying it from my shoulders, all the way down to my feet, then patted my buttocks and told me to turn over. At this point, my penis was even more erect; I wondered what her reaction would be when she saw it.
Camille looked at my erect penis and laughed, saying, "My God, that's terrifying. But I quite like the way you compliment me. If you can keep this position, darling, you'll be my friend for life."
She actually wanted me to stay erect? Did she really think I'd go soft in front of her? She applied sunscreen to my thighs, her hand only six inches from my hard penis. Then, she moved her hand to my shoulder and applied sunscreen downwards.
The bright sunshine and her soft hands felt soothing; I closed my eyes, almost falling asleep.
But when Camille started applying sunscreen to my erect penis, I fully woke up, my heart pounding. I couldn't help but sit up and look at her.
Camille grinned and said, "We need to protect it too, darling."
Perhaps Camille didn't realize that my penis was on the verge of exploding; I desperately needed to release my sexual desire. Just as she was stroking my penis back and forth with her sunscreen-covered hands, my semen gushed out uncontrollably.
"Ouch!"
Camille exclaimed. "I didn't mean for it to ejaculate."
She grabbed a towel, wiping the semen off her hands, and said, "This is our little secret, isn't it?"
"Oh, I didn't know either, Camille. I'm going to tell everyone you like to play with my toys, so other girls can see what's so special about them."
"No, you can't do this to me. Please don't tell anyone about us."
"Okay, then we'll see how you behave."
"What do you mean by 'see how I behave'?"
"You've been teasing and making fun of me for the past two years, and I've had enough. Now I'm going to get my reward."
"What reward do you want?"
"I want you to put on bright red lipstick first, then kiss my glans hard, leaving your lip print on it."
"Wow! Darling, isn't that going too far?"
"It's you who's going too far, not me."
Camille looked at me for a moment, then said, "No one else will know, right?"
"No, unless you tell anyone."
She looked at me for a few more seconds, then got up to get her purse, took out a tube of lipstick, and carefully applied it to her lips. Then, she came over and sat down next to me, looking at me and saying, "Swear to God, no one else will know about this, do you promise?"
"I promise."
She reached out and grasped my somewhat limp penis, and began to stroke it.
"What are you doing?"
I asked.
"I don't want to give such a perfect kiss to a limp penis, get hard, darling, get hard for me."
In just a minute or two, my penis was hard again, and Camille lowered her head and gently kissed the head of my penis. She looked up at me and smiled, saying, "Why is there a little tear here?"
Then she lowered her head again, licked my glans, and then opened her mouth wide and took my penis in. She didn't just take it in, but swallowed hard, giving me a deep throat.
At that moment, the last vestiges of reason in my mind kept reminding me: she was my brother's wife, how could I do such an incestuous thing with her by the swimming pool! But I simply couldn't resist the temptation of lust, and could only sit there letting my penis go in and out of her mouth.
Camille's tongue swirled around my penis, then slowly released the now bright red shaft, saying, "You absolutely mustn't let anyone, I mean anyone, know about this, darling."
I was speechless, only able to nod in agreement.
From that day on, our relationship underwent a subtle change. I began to avoid her, afraid that if given the chance, I would lose control and do something embarrassing. And every time I saw her, Camille would tease and provoke me even more brazenly. Whenever we had a chance to be alone, she would always do something unexpected. She would suddenly lift the hem of her skirt, exposing her bare vulva, looking at me and saying, "How about it, does it look good enough for you to want to eat it?"

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