Jane Eyre

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A young married man recently had an affair with my wife's younger sister, Jane . How did this happen? Let me tell you the story.
My wife, Heather, is a beautiful woman in her twenties, resembling a young Elizabeth Taylor. She has high, firm breasts, a full bottom, and long, shapely
legs, which I adore. Our sex life is very fulfilling. Heather knows I have a fetish and always wears sheer stockings, ensuring our lovemaking is
always satisfying. However, Heather dotes even more on her younger sister, Jane. Jane is a university student, and Heather often calls to inquire about her,
boasting to me that Jane is also a great beauty. I have never met Jane, but I believe she is an invisible part of our lives.

That day, I received a call from Heather while I was at the company. She said Jane was on summer vacation and was flying over to my house for a few days. I could see
her when I got home that afternoon. She also told me to remember to buy a blank videotape.

I didn't know why I had to sell videotapes, but I felt a vague excitement, so I agreed. After work, I hurriedly sold the videotapes and
sped home in my Volkswagen to see my legendary beautiful aunt.

When I got home, Heather was already waiting for me at the door. She was wearing a yellow mini dress and white stockings, which were very smooth and delicate. As I entered, I couldn't help but secretly
grab Heather's thigh. It felt so good. I then casually handed the videotape to Heather.

Entering the hall, I froze. Sitting there was a blonde beauty in a white floral mini-skirt and sheer flesh-colored stockings. She looked a lot like my wife, and
her figure was similar—both were stunning women with large breasts, big hips, slim waists, and beautiful legs. When she saw me, she stood up, a strange
, alluring smile playing on her lips. My breathing began to quicken.

"This is Jane," Heather explained, while placing the videotape into our recently purchased home video camera.

"Jane's trip here isn't just a simple vacation, my dear husband. I know you're an honest man, but there's something I must ask of you. Jane really
wants to dump her annoying boyfriend. This awful man is all talk and no action. Last time I saw a photo of the two of us sisters in Jane's room, he actually wanted to have
sex with both of us. I absolutely despise this man, and now Jane doesn't like him either. She'd rather find a reliable partner, but getting rid of this boyfriend is
very difficult. I also need to think about Jane's life, so I thought of you."

"Darling, if we filmed you and my sister making love and showed it to that man, he would be very embarrassed. You're a very good person, and as
a woman, I shouldn't be selfish. Giving Jane to you is good for both of you. I feel very reassured."

At that moment, my heart seemed to stop beating, my mind went blank, and the strangest stroke of luck in my life arrived when I least expected it. I didn't
know how to cope. I'm not a Puritan, and my wife and I often watch porn, but we're both very proper people. Heather often teases me, saying I'm like a big
woman, and it's unbelievable that I can be so open-minded about Jane and me.

My face felt like it was burning. It all seemed like something out of a porn movie, but it was happening to me. But when I saw Jane, this
stunning woman, dressed so provocatively, her flesh shimmering in her stockings, all my previous thoughts vanished. I said, feigning seriousness, "Well, I'm sorry, Jane, Heather, this is just your imagination
, isn't it?"

Jane slowly walked over, suddenly grabbed my tie, and said, "Darling, I'm doing this willingly. With an honest man like you, I feel
much safer and more reliable. Don't you want all three of us to have a satisfactory outcome?"

So, in a daze but with amusement, I dragged them both into the bedroom. We were both completely naked. Heather set up the camera, and I lay down, facing
upwards, one hand kneading Jane's breasts, the other roaming over her smooth thighs clad in stockings. Jane was squatting; she was such a sensitive woman, even the slightest
touch was enough to arouse her. Heather was eating my banana, and I knew she was enjoying it too, deliberately facing the camera with a satisfied expression. What made me
a little uncomfortable was my penis, as big as a baby's arm, exposed to the camera. I don't know what that nasty guy thought when he saw it, but
I was certainly very satisfied with my own penis.

Soon we changed positions. Heather lay flat on the bed, and Jane knelt on top of her like a dog, her breasts pressed tightly against Heather's breasts, rubbing passionately together.

I wasn't sure if they'd done this often before, but I was satisfied with the moment. Both women were under my control. I entered
Jane from behind, my hands caressing and grabbing her round buttocks. We thrust in sync, the sounds of our bodies colliding making loud "slap" sounds.
While I was having sex with Jane, I whispered in her ear, "You still don't seem to be enjoying it enough. Looks like I should give you more pleasure." So, I
gently ran one hand along Jane's thigh, giving her a ticklish stimulation. Sure enough, soon her writhing became more intense, and her moans grew louder. Jane excitedly
said, "Quick, please, give me more pleasure!" At that moment, my right hand, which I had prepared beforehand, rose and lightly slapped Jane's buttocks, giving her
instant relief from the itch. Jane seemed to be enjoying the feeling; her moans grew faster and faster, but she still managed
to pull herself out of her almost dazed state and said to me intermittently, "Good man, you're really making me feel amazing. I love this feeling of being driven and manipulated by a man.
Please do whatever you want with me." I saw her eyes were languid, her mouth open, exuding boundless desire, and I felt incredibly powerful. The sound of my right hand slapping
her grew crisper and crisper. Heather cooperated perfectly; while sucking on Jane's breasts like a mother's love for her daughter, she rubbed her vibrant, beautiful legs
back and forth between my thighs, the feel of her stockings giving me unbearable pleasure.

The most infuriating thing was that her toes kept brushing against my testicles, which aroused me even more. I couldn't help but let my left hand wander over her long legs, letting her
feel my caresses as well.

We don't know how long this lasted, only that despite the air conditioning, we were both sweating. Finally, Jane's moans became unrestrained.
I kissed her neck from behind, all the way to her lips, and we kissed passionately. Her needs were so strong; her tongue clung tightly to mine like a schoolyard, making
me feel almost suffocated. I felt her vagina contracting tighter and tighter, while Heather's feet stimulated my testicles more and more intensely.
Amidst Jane's almost wailing moans, I felt a surge of heat gush out; I knew she had climaxed. I also ejaculated with gusto amidst the frequent sounds of our bodies colliding
. We both collapsed on the bed, utterly satisfied.

But Heather wasn't satisfied yet, kissing me incessantly, her legs gently rubbing against me. I'm naturally very horny, and within five minutes Heather had
aroused me. I knelt on the bed, parted Heather's beautiful legs, and thrust into her. Turning to the dazed Jane, I said, "See how I
make your sister happy." I gently stroked Heather's feet, her erogenous zones, and she quickly became aroused, responding to
my thrusts with satisfied moans. I then took Heather's stockinged feet into my mouth, kissing and sucking them, which further stimulated her. Her legs occasionally
brushed against my chest and neck, the soft, smooth texture of the stockings arousing me greatly. We then tried several different positions before finally reaching
orgasm in a frenzy.

From that day on, our happy family gained an indispensable member—Jane. Although our lovemaking was wild, our
relationship was anything but trivial. Heather was clearly very happy; she admitted that the two sisters felt even more joyful making love with me, and
the relationship between Jane and me didn't affect Heather's or my relationship at all. The two sisters often tried different positions, wore different colors and styles of stockings,
and made love to me in a very fun way. It was almost like a happy ending in a movie. As for that videotape, and that ex-boyfriend Jane hated
—do you really believe that? It was all nonsense the sisters came up with to share a husband. However, watching
the videotape of us making love gave our lovemaking a different kind of enjoyment.

【over】

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