A vixen-like young woman

My brother's wife, Bailey, is a total vixen; she's the sexiest woman I've ever seen. For the past few years, I've been seduced by her. However, I haven't dared to have any real contact with her, because if I did, my wife would kill me if she found out.
Besides, she's my sister-in-law, after all. Nevertheless, I can't help but steal glances at her, and sometimes I'll take the opportunity to touch her. I want to flirt with her, and I have.
Bailey certainly knows I like her, so she uses every opportunity to seduce me. Although I haven't seen her naked yet, I have seen her main private parts. Sometimes, when she bends over to do something in front of me, I can see her white, full breasts without a bra through her low-cut neckline; sometimes, when she walks around me, I can see her vulva, barely covered by her narrow thong, under the hem of her short skirt.
Once, my brother hosted a party at his house. Bailey, dressed to the nines, came out of the bathroom and grabbed me as I passed by the door, asking, "Look at the seam on the back of my dress, is it straight?"
I turned around and saw she was wearing an old-fashioned nylon skirt suit with a wide seam at the back, which would look terrible if it was crooked. So, she tugged at the hem of her skirt and asked me to check it for her. Actually, I didn't even notice if the seam was straight; my attention was completely drawn to her full, round buttocks. I mumbled, "I think everything's fine!"
and hurriedly left her, afraid I might do something inappropriate.
Every time we flirted, she would always have the upper hand, eventually forcing me to admit defeat. For example, at another party, I said to her, "Hey, damn little Bailey, you're absolutely gorgeous!"
"Oh, why don't you come and eat me?"
she replied.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, let's find a secluded place, and you might as well just eat me."
Saying this, she lifted her skirt, revealing a sexy thong underneath.
She and I both knew I wanted to do that, but we both also knew I wouldn't dare. So, I backed down, and Bailey won.
Another time, we were dancing at a weekend dance. She pressed herself tightly against me, causing my penis to involuntarily become erect, pressing against her stomach. She felt my hardness and grinned mischievously at me. Having just drunk quite a bit, and as the saying goes, alcohol emboldens the timid, I said to her, "It likes you."
Bailey giggled and said, "No, it doesn't like me. If it liked me, it should come out and play with me."
I said, "It's a little shy. If you invite it out, maybe it will come out and play with you."
"Okay, darling, I'm willing to do that."
Saying this, she reached down and unzipped my pants, then slipped her hand inside. She was certain I would stop her or run away from her.
Just as she predicted, I nervously shook off her hand and awkwardly told her, "We should take a break,"
before pulling her back to our seats. This time, she won again.
We stayed together like this for several years. I don't know what my brother thought about it, because he never mentioned it, but my wife strongly disapproved of my jokes with Bailey. Actually, my wife never hid my slightly flirtatious jokes with Bailey from her, and I made similar jokes with other women, so she didn't think anything serious would happen between us; it was just for fun.
I've always believed that as long as you don't take it too seriously, peeking at women, admiring them, or even flirting with them shouldn't be considered wrong.
My wife knew my perspective, and her attitude was simple: "Whether you look or not is up to you, whether you flirt or not is up to you, but don't forget, your penis belongs to me, and only to me. If I find out your unfaithful thing has wandered into the wrong house, I'll cut it off and feed it to the dogs, so you can never go around flirting with that thing again."
My harmless flirting with Bailey suddenly took a turn for the worse at our parents' 35th wedding anniversary party. That time, my sister decided to throw a celebration party for their anniversary, and since my brother had to go on a business trip, he asked me to pick Bailey up on my way to our parents' house.
"Don't drink too much. Bailey sometimes can't control herself and drinks more than she can handle. So please don't let her drive,"
my brother warned me before leaving.
"Don't worry, I'll drive her there and back myself," I replied.
That day, when I picked up Bailey, she got into the car with a big smile. But when she saw that my wife, Beve, wasn't in the car, her smile vanished.
"Where's Beve?"
she asked.
“She’s been back at her parents’ house for several days now.”
“Oh, was it a sudden decision?”
“No. It was something she planned before my sister Stella decided to throw the party, and the tickets were booked and couldn’t be refunded.”
I explained to her.
We drove in silence. On the way to my parents’ house, Bailey stared out the car window, saying nothing.
Like all similar family gatherings, the guests were immediate family members and closest friends. There was no dance or music; everyone just sat together, drinking and chatting. About an hour into the party, I suddenly noticed that Bailey had been silently watching me. I also noticed that she seemed to have drunk quite a bit.
About an hour later, Bailey got up and walked towards me. I was talking to my cousin Tom at the time.
“I want to talk to you about something. Shall we find a quiet place?”
Just then, Tom’s wife came over to call him, saying it was getting late and they had to leave. They said “Goodbye!” to me
and walked away. I turned to Bailey and asked, "What do you want to say?"
"Not here. We need to find somewhere secluded,"
she said.
"I don't know where it's secluded, honey. This house isn't big enough; it's crowded everywhere."
"Come with me, I know where there's a place."
Saying this, she took my arm and led me out of the room and into the bathroom. She pushed me inside, then followed me in and closed the door.
"Okay, Bailey, what's the important thing?"
She placed her wine glass on the toilet tank and said, "We've been watching each other for years now. I know what you're thinking, and you should know what I'm thinking."
Saying this, she unbuckled my belt.
I was surprised. Just as she had unbuttoned my pants and pulled my zipper down halfway, I grabbed her hand.
"Why are you stopping me? You know you need me."
"Thoughts are just thoughts, Bailey. Not every thought needs to be acted upon. You drank too much just now. I think you probably don't know what you're doing."
She picked up a glass and handed it to me, saying, "Try this."
I took a sip. It was water, soda water with ice, and it looked a bit like vodka.
"I'm perfectly aware of what I'm doing, darling,"
she said, unzipping my pants completely, my trousers falling down to my ankles. I tried to pull them up, but she had already grasped my penis, stroking it while licking the glans with her tongue.
I had never done anything to betray my wife; I wasn't the kind of man who was always looking for other women. But what could I do if a woman offered herself to me? Especially since this was the woman I had admired for years. Now, she was holding my penis, stroking it and licking it—what could I do? I had never imagined this would happen between us. Now that it had happened, could I still say "no" to her?
For the sake of my reputation, I said with difficulty, "Don't do this, Bailey. This is wrong, we shouldn't do this."
Bailey didn't answer; she took my entire penis into her mouth and sucked hard. I gave up resisting and silently accepted her.
Bailey's oral sex skills were amazing; I felt like I was in heaven. My wife doesn't like to give me oral sex unless I have sex with her for a long time and beg her repeatedly. Even then, she only kisses and lightly licks me a few times when I masturbate; she never takes my penis completely into her mouth like Bailey does, and she never allows me to ejaculate in her mouth.
Now, judging from Bailey's actions, it seems that making me enjoy her oral service is her most important task in the world. She licks and sucks incessantly, she strokes my penis, rubs my testicles, and even gently massages my anus with her fingers.
When my wife gives me oral sex, she always makes me pull out just before I ejaculate. But when Bailey knows I'm about to climax, she grabs me tightly with both hands, takes my penis into her mouth forcefully, makes me ejaculate every drop of semen into her mouth, and swallows it without hesitation. Then, she continues to hold my penis in her mouth, gently licking it with her tongue until it softens completely.
She carefully cleaned my penis, put it back in my pants, and then looked at me and said, "I hope you're satisfied." "
Why? Why are you doing this? I mean, we were just joking around before, why are you doing this now?"
I asked.
"Well, it's a long story. Let's go say goodbye now, and I'll tell you on the way home."
On the way home, Bailey remained silent for the first few minutes. Then, she took a deep breath and turned to ask me, "How much do you know about your brother's perverted sexual fetishes?"
"I... I had no idea he had any perverted sexual fetishes!"
"But he does, although it hasn't caused much harm to our family. In all the years we've lived together, I've refused many of his strange requests. He always likes to browse porn sites and upload nude photos of me and videos of us having sex to those sites for others to see." "
Of course, he'll black out our faces in the photos, but I still don't like him doing that. I think thousands of people have probably seen me naked and seen me having sex with your brother. He always assured me that no one would know it was me, so I didn't pay much attention."
As Bailey spoke, she unzipped my pants, took out my penis, and stroked it.
"He also really likes watching porn. One night he rented a few DVDs, and we watched them together in bed, then had crazy sex. Another thing he really liked but I firmly refused was that he wanted me to have sex with other men while he watched and then joined in. For years he'd been asking me to have sex with other men in front of him, but I always firmly refused. But suddenly, about a year ago, he stopped begging me to do that, and I felt finally free."
"One day, when I went to the electronics market to buy a DVD player, I saw a mini camcorder that I really liked. I wanted to buy one and secretly record the scenes of me and your brother having sex, then show it to him. Wouldn't that be the same as letting him watch me having sex with a man? Besides, he really likes watching sex tapes, so instead of buying one, I might as well record it myself."
"So, I asked a salesperson to explain its functions and usage to me. The salesperson told me that the machine had a voice-activated recording function. He told me that after the power switch was turned on, the machine could enter sleep mode, and when there was a loud noise, it would be awakened by the sound and start recording." "
This was exactly what I needed, so I bought it. I wanted to use this machine to record our lovemaking and show it to him, to give him a surprise. On Saturday, your brother went out to play golf, so I secretly installed the machine in a hidden corner of the bedroom that could still see the whole room, and connected it to the power." "
That day, before your brother came home, I turned on the camera, and then, I slowly took off my clothes, put on garter belts, nylon stockings, and high heels, and took a glass of martini downstairs to greet my husband who had just come in. After dinner, we quickly ran upstairs to the bedroom and started making love wildly."
"I wanted to make the video better, so we had sex like crazy—oral sex, anal sex, vaginal sex—in every position I could think of, in every corner of the bedroom. We did it for three whole hours, and then, exhausted, we fell asleep quickly."
As she said this, her rubbing made me unable to hold back any longer; I was about to ejaculate. So, I pulled the car over to the side of the road to calm myself down. Bailey obviously knew why I stopped; she started stroking my penis even faster, while simultaneously lowering her head and taking the glans into her mouth.
Just like at my parents' house, she made me ejaculate all of my semen into her mouth, which I then swallowed.
Once everything had calmed down, I started the car again and continued towards her house.
"After listening to your story for so long, I still don't understand why you did that to me,"
I said.
"I'm not finished yet, darling. The next morning, I woke your brother up by sucking his penis, and we made love again. Then we got up, showered, ate, and went to work. It wasn't until I got home from work that evening that I had a chance to check the video. The camera was amazing; the picture and sound were crystal clear. But the problem was, the woman in the video wasn't me, at least not in the first half."
"Obviously, my dear husband, your brother brought two guests home that day. I'm right, he brought two people home during his work hours. I think he was probably tired of me always saying 'no' to his desire for a threesome, so he went out to find other people. I saw in the video that my husband and another man were raping that woman in various ways."
"She sucked their penises, swallowed their semen, and made them have anal sex with her, one penis in her anus and one in her mouth at the same time. After it was over, the woman even helped my husband change the sheets, and then the three of them left together. There was a few minutes of blank space at the end of the video, and then the video of me having sex with your brother started." "
So, you did this to me today to get revenge on my brother?"
I asked.
"I knew you'd say that. It's not what you think. For the past few days, I've been thinking about how to handle this. Then one night, your damn brother brought home a few more pornographic videos and asked me which one I wanted to watch first. I didn't say anything, and when he wasn't looking, I put the one I had recorded into the VCR."
"When he saw himself on screen, he was completely bewildered. I told him I was going to divorce him and that I had already given all the scum he'd done as evidence to my lawyer. To make a long story short, he begged me and promised he'd never do it again. In the end, I forgave him, and we still live together. This happened a year ago."
"Oh, I see. So, what happened afterward that made you treat me like this?"
"Okay, we're almost home. I'll tell you when we get inside."
After we went inside, she poured me a glass of water, and then we sat together on the sofa in the living room. She said, "Let's get into the mood."
She then slowly and provocatively undressed herself, then straddled my lap, unbuttoned my shirt, unzipped my pants, and pulled them down.
She looked at my erect penis and said, "Wow, you're pretty strong. I thought you'd already come twice in over an hour, and it'd take me a while to get you hard again, but you're already up."
Then, Bailey turned over on the sofa, kneeling with her hands on her hands, and said to me, "Come on, darling, I want you to fuck me from behind while we watch the video."
I didn't say anything, and thrust my penis in. Oh, it felt so good; her vagina was hot and tight.
Bailey used the remote to turn on the TV and VCR. The images on the TV screen made me incredibly angry.
I almost went limp, but Bailey's movements, stimulating me, brought me back to my senses.
"Fuck me, darling, fuck me hard, fuck your new whore. My body is yours now, darling, do whatever you want, however you want. Didn't your damn brother always want to see me have sex with other men? Well, I'll show him that 'other man' is you, his own brother. My lover, do you like my tight cunt? Fuck me, darling, fuck me hard!" On
the video, I saw my brother and one of his buddies fucking my wife, Beverly.
I saw her sucking their penises without hesitation, just like Bailey had sucked mine earlier.
And she willingly swallowed their semen. Damn it, she was still pretending in front of me, never swallowing my semen. Oral sex, anal sex, licking assholes—things she rarely or never did for me, she did so naturally and willingly for my brother and his friends!
"Turn it off! Turn it off! I don't want to watch this now! Damn it! Now I'm helping you get revenge on your husband, and you have to help me get revenge on my wife!"
I screamed hysterically at Bailey, thrusting wildly into her body.
I was incredibly angry and in immense pain. When Bailey got home, I really didn't know what I would do to her. Bailey knew what I was thinking and said, "Forget about her, darling. I'm with you now, I'm your slut. Fuck me, darling, forget about her, vent all your anger on me."
Finally, I ejaculated inside Bailey. Afterwards, she pulled me by the hand and led me to the bedroom, saying, "Darling, I don't know how many more times you can fuck me, but I want you to be a crazy sex maniac in bed one last time."
In bed, I thought, everything else can wait until tomorrow, the only thing to do now is to deal with Bailey properly. Bailey liked me fucking her from behind, and just as I knelt down behind her and thrust into her wet vagina, the phone rang. Bailey wanted to leave me to answer the phone, but I told her to ignore it.
"Don't do that, honey, it might be your brother. I'll let you in again after I pick up the phone."
I moved with her to the edge of the bed, and just as she picked up the receiver, I entered her again.
"Oh!"
she moaned softly, then said into the receiver, "Hello?"
"Oh, hello, honey,"
she said into the phone.
"Oh, nothing. I miss you so much, I can't sleep, I want you. I was playing with the vibrator when you called, and I was about to climax."
"Oh, really? Oh, you perverted devil!"
she said to my brother on the phone.
"Ugh, what do you want me to do?"
"Give me a minute to come."
With that, Bailey covered the phone receiver with her hand and whispered in my ear, "Don't fuck me too hard, darling, and don't be too gentle either. Make me moan, make me scream, but be careful not to ejaculate before I finish the call."
Then, she spoke into the receiver again, "Hey, let that old vibrator replace your dick and fuck me. I've already shoved it deep inside my cunt. Are you holding your dick? Okay, let's get started. Oh, I was really excited when your brother picked me up from your party and drove me home today. You know, I drink easily and probably did a lot of silly things at the party. I had your cousin Tom kiss me several times, and he thought I was pretty good. I wanted him to fuck me, but your brother was always with me, so I didn't get a chance to be alone with Tom."
"Oh, right, right, that's it, harder, fuck me, darling."
"What?"
"Let me tell you something else. Your Uncle Law saw me and Tom acting intimately. He pulled me aside, poured me another drink, and then started groping me all over, even sticking his fingers into my vagina. I almost lost control; my hand reached for his zipper—oh God, deeper, harder, darling, oh God, like this, ah!"
"What? I was being fucked? Where am I? I was unzipping your Uncle Law's pants when your brother showed up. Your uncle slunk away, and your brother said he should take me home. I was still excited, and on the way home, I sat next to your brother, stroking his penis through his pants. He tried to push me away, but it's difficult to struggle with a crazy woman while driving."
"What?"
"So what do you think happened next? I pulled down his pants, and he finally gave in."
"Don't be silly, my silly man, you should know where he is right now. I'm kneeling here, crawling like a dog, and he's behind me, thrusting his hard cock into my hot, wet cunt, fucking me hard. Oh, yes, oh yes, don't stop, darling, make me climax, ah, I'm coming!"
she screamed into the phone, and just as she reached her climax, I ejaculated into her vagina.
We collapsed onto the bed together, and Bailey said into the phone, "Damn! I think I've run out of batteries in the vibrator."
She sat up, grasped my limp penis, and continued, "Hey, it really is out of power, but I still want it so badly, what am I going to do? Hang up, I need to go find some new batteries."
"Okay, darling, I miss you too. Yeah, see you the day after tomorrow. I love you, goodbye."
She hung up the phone, turned to me, and smiled, saying, "Your silly brother thinks I was having sex with him over the phone. I guess you're not in a hurry to go home, are you? I want to recharge your batteries."
"Oh, okay. But I think that battery will take a while to charge, so I think you could use that time to teach me how to handle this. You said you've forgiven my brother, so why are you taking revenge on him like this a year after it happened?" "
Because he promised me that if I forgave him, he would break off his relationship with Bev."
"Oh, then why did you change your mind?"
"Because when you came to pick me up, Bev wasn't with you."
"What does her being with me have to do with whether you're taking revenge on your husband or not?" "
You said her going back to her parents' home was planned in advance, right?"
"Yes."
"That's right. Your brother's business trip was also planned in advance. I don't think it's a coincidence that they left home at the same time, do you?" "
I understand what you mean. But maybe it really is a coincidence."
"Yes, that's possible. But I bet you it's definitely not a coincidence. I know my husband, and I know what will happen if they're together."
"What will happen?"
"Based on what happened during our phone sex, he must have had this weird idea in his head: to have Beve call you while she's having sex with him. Beve will call your house a few times, and if no one answers, she'll call your cell phone. If you listen carefully when you answer, you'll understand. Where's your cell phone?"
"In my pants pocket. You pulled your pants down and threw them on the living room floor."
"Go get it. If I'm not mistaken, your wife will call you in a bit."
I went to the living room to get my phone, then lay comfortably on the bed, letting Bailey use her hand and my limp penis to recharge.
"Where does my brother, who doesn't care about brotherhood, live?"
I asked.
"He told me he's staying in room 714 of the Mark Hopkins Hotel. What's wrong?"
"If Bev does call later, I'll give you her phone number. Check if it's the hotel's number, and then call room 714 at that hotel. If it's busy, that means she's calling from there. But I need to make a call first."
I picked up my phone and dialed Bev's mother's number: "Hello, Mom, can I speak to Bev for a moment?"
"Oh, no, it's okay. She's already flown to see you. Well, she said she'll probably come to see you in a couple of days."
"No, that's not necessary. Please just tell her I called and ask her to call me when she gets home. Thank you, Mom, goodbye."
I hung up and said to Bailey, "She's not home. Her mother said she can't come home until at least the day after tomorrow."
"What will you do if she calls?"
Bailey asked.
“What would you do to my brother Brian?”
“Smash his ass! He broke his promise, he slept with her again.”
“Okay, then I’ll smash Bev’s ass too.”
Just then, my phone rang. I picked it up: “Hello?”
“Hi, I called your house. Why aren’t you home?”
Bev asked.
“Yeah, almost home. How are you?”
“I miss you, I want you so much,”
she said.
“How do you want me? What do I have to do?”
“Oh, I’m imagining myself on my stomach, and you fucking me from behind,”
Bev said on the phone.
While I was talking to Bev, Bailey had already called the Mark Hopkins Hotel. After she hung up, she mouthed that the line was “busy.”
“Tell me how deep I’m inside you, darling,”
I said to Bev on the phone.
“All the way in, it feels so deep,”
she yelled on the other end.
"Oh, this phone sex is so exciting. But I'm worried you'll scare your mom to death by shouting like that."
"No, honey. She's playing cards with my aunt and the others in the basement recreation room. They're making a lot of noise there, they won't hear me."
"I have a question for you, Beverly, how deep exactly is Brian's cock in your cunt?"
There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the line, then Beverly asked angrily, "What the hell are you trying to tell me?"
"I'm telling you, I hired a private investigator who's been following your fucking ass, and he told me he followed you all the way to room 714 at the Mark Hopkins Hotel and saw my brother Brian's cock in your asshole."
"And your mom told me you're not at her house until the day after tomorrow. You can just stay there and fuck your ass. I hope room 714 is comfortable enough, because you're not going to be back home here. You can tell this to my brother who's been fucked in the ass. After I hang up, I'm going to find Bailey and tell her about your mess. You can also tell him he better keep paying his health insurance on time, otherwise he won't have money to go to the hospital when he gets back!"
With that, I angrily hung up.
"Do you still have those videotapes of Brian and my wife having sex?"
I asked Bailey.
"Of course. I've kept them all, just in case Brian tries to
renege on his debts." "Can I get a copy?"
"No problem. Now what do we do?"
Bailey asked.
"Well, weren't you charging me? I think I'm fully charged."
"I thought so, so can we begin?"
Just then, the phone rang again. Bailey picked up the phone and said to me, "Is this the terrified bastard on the phone?"
"Hello?"
"Don't call me 'darling,' you piece of shit!"
"You fucking know what I mean. Your bitch already told you what she was saying with her husband, right? I just talked to your brother, and he showed me a report from his private investigator. In exchange, I gave him a copy of the tape of you and Beverly's slutty affair."
"No way! You fucking bastard! I forgave you, but you fucking broke your promise. I gave you one chance, but not another. Don't come back here bothering me. If I see you, I'll cut your slutty cock off and throw it in the trash!"
With that, she slammed the phone down.
"Okay, okay, what am I doing? Oh, right, I need to charge my vibrator. You don't mind being my vibrator, do you?"
Bailey said to me.
"Of course, Bailey, not at all!"

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