Sister-in-law

Those who read my previous two articles might be wondering why I suddenly switched to writing about this topic. Actually, there's been progress on my wife's side all along, but I've always wanted to know the details of how my first love took my virginity. After various methods, I should be able to get past this difficult hurdle soon, and then I'll write about it for everyone to enjoy. The reason I'm switching to writing about this is because something has reached a milestone.
When I first learned about her, I wasn't with my wife yet; she was dating her second boyfriend. But my wife was my subordinate at the time, so we had plenty of time and opportunities to get to know each other. I had just started university, and one of my colleagues came to visit my wife during a holiday. I happened to be out and didn't see her. When I returned, a colleague said she was even prettier than my wife, just shorter and a little fuller.
At that time, I hadn't broken up with my girlfriend back home, and I jokingly asked my wife to introduce me to her sister. My wife always laughed and said, "My sister wouldn't be interested in you," but my desire to meet her grew stronger and stronger. The first time I met her was when I was pursuing her; I treated her to spicy seafood hot pot, and she had nothing to do during her holiday. She was absolutely stunning, incredibly beautiful and gentle, with two shallow dimples when she smiled. She looked remarkably like Taiwanese actress Wu Yingjie, and had a delicate, refined air about her, much like Zhao Liying. At the time, I couldn't even look her in the eye. She sat quietly eating across from me, while my mind raced like a bubble in freshly opened soda, desperately trying to find something to talk about. Later, as we spent more time together, I realized our personalities were complete opposites. My wife is quiet, sensitive, and quite lively, while she's more aloof and a bit carefree.
As the saying goes, "half a wife," and it seems most men would have their eyes on her, especially a beautiful one. Although I liked her, I couldn't possibly break up with my wife to pursue her. The first time we met, my wife and I were renting an apartment together. She stayed at our apartment when she came home for summer vacation. Our apartment had two bedrooms and a living room; my wife and I slept in the master bedroom, and the second bedroom had only a desk, which we used as a study. That night, I suggested my wife sleep in the master bedroom, and I would sleep on a makeshift bed on the floor in the second bedroom. Unexpectedly, my wife disagreed. A while later, I suggested she and her sister sleep in the bed, but they still refused, saying they'd rather sleep on the floor. Actually, I didn't want to sleep on the floor either, so I backed down and didn't bring it up again. The balcony of our rented apartment is outside the master bedroom. That night, I went to the balcony to put away my towels after washing up. Suddenly, I noticed a light blue bra on the clothes hanger. My wife didn't have one of that color, so it must be hers. The style was ordinary, and her breasts looked quite large. I was immediately aroused, but my wife was there, so I couldn't take it down to look. That night, there was bound to be some fun. No matter how fast I thrust, my wife gritted her teeth and didn't make a sound. Thinking about how she was wearing her pajamas and going commando, with only a wall separating us, I quickly ejaculated.
Lying in bed, I racked my brains for a solution but couldn't come up with one. Suddenly, I remembered reading about a master who used force to get intimate, and then successfully reconciled and established a relationship. When sharing his experience, the first thing was to make a good impression.
The next day, I told my wife that her parents were out of town, and since she was the older sister, she should take care of her younger sister who was on vacation. Then, at my suggestion, I took her shopping for clothes and out for fancy meals. When she was getting her glasses, I gave her suggestions, praising her elegance and saying which glasses suited her best (of course, I paid for them). Once, when I took them to a friend's house, there was a steep slope at the reservoir. I went down first to meet her, and when my wife went down, I reached out to help her, but she said it wasn't necessary and she could get down herself. Our first attempt at intimacy failed; she wasn't dating at the time, so maybe she was shy. When she left for school, I gave her a red envelope. My wife said 1000 yuan would be enough, but I insisted on giving her 2000, afraid that any more would arouse her suspicion. Anyway, when we were together, I always tried my best to be attentive, but I didn't dare to be too obvious with my wife around. For example, when I wanted to see her home or leave, she would say it wasn't far and I could just take the bus, so I had to give up. She
didn't date during university, and I tried my best to please her every time I went home for holidays. After she graduated, she worked in another city in the same province, and she considered returning to her hometown. I strongly supported her, not only persuading her but also constantly explaining the advantages and disadvantages to her parents. Although I couldn't guarantee that I would win her over if she came back, spending more time together would always present opportunities, and even if there weren't, seeing her often would be enjoyable. Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. Since falling in love, she decided to settle in the city where she worked, leaving me disappointed for days. The first time I brought my boyfriend home, I was even more excited than my future in-laws, eager to see what kind of boyfriend she'd found. In the end, we were all disappointed; everyone except the other two was quite dissatisfied. Later, I heard from my wife that her parents had even advised her to break up with him. My boyfriend looked older than his actual age, and seemed more honest than me. His family background and job were average, but he was more hardworking than me, doing everything around the house. He said he treated her very well, and many men pursued her, with her boyfriend being the best to her. Friends, have you noticed that a significant number of women, when talking about their husbands, generally say they are the best? This also explains the phenomenon of beautiful women marrying less attractive husbands; handsome men are unlikely to put in the effort to persistently pursue a woman. Later, they bought a house locally and started discussing marriage, but returning to their hometown completely dashed their hopes. After much deliberation, I could only resort to a roundabout strategy, devising a three-step plan to achieve my goal through three breakthroughs, or at least get infinitely close.
The first breakthrough originated from life experiences and deepened through brainwashing. When my wife and I playfully tease each other, she often says "your sister," and I usually reply in kind, but with more emphasis on "your sister." Sometimes, if she's in a good mood, I'll just say "fuck your sister," and she doesn't get angry. My wife and I have a habit of heart-to-heart talks, usually before bed or after intimacy. When we're naked and alone at night, she's most receptive to my words. Women need to be coaxed, and men need to be understood; you must express your love to your wife without reservation. It's proven that women love sweet words, regardless of age. If you make your wife happy and touched, everything else will be much easier. Since I talked about cuckolding before, I can say many things more directly now. Once, after intimacy, I hugged my wife, showered her with compliments as usual, and then told her, "I get so excited every time I say 'fuck your sister,' when are you going to call your sister over so I can have a threesome with you two?" My wife angrily pointed at my nose: "You perverted bastard, you actually dared to have designs on my sister!" Having accepted the cuckolding idea, my wife is much more receptive; her anger was clearly feigned. I laughed it off, changed the subject, and that was enough to gauge her attitude. The second time, after intimacy, I talked about her sister, patiently explaining for over an hour. I emphasized two points: first, I was just fantasizing and had no other intentions, nor would I act on it; second, my fantasies were only because she was my wife's sister, not because of her personally, but simply because of her status. Women value security most in relationships, so I needed to make her feel secure in everything. I wanted her to understand that my fantasies were about the situation, not the person, and that I shouldn't make her feel any attraction to me. At the same time, I casually mentioned some negative things; for example, that she was too short, her figure and demeanor weren't as good as my wife's, or that she was too fat and had an unattractive physique. After this continuous and intensive indoctrination, my wife gradually stopped resisting and started saying more suggestive things in daily life. During intimacy, I asked her to stimulate me; she could even describe me having sex with her sister. I, in turn, described a threesome: the sisters lying naked side-by-side on the bed, me touching my genitals while I penetrated my wife, and my wife touching my breasts, and vice versa. This marks the first breakthrough, allowing me to indulge in fantasies freely, with my wife fully aware and cooperative.

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