Between my wife's sister-in-law's miniskirt and thighs

I often fantasize about having an affair with Xiaoting
(my wife's sister-in-law). Every time I go to my wife's house, I secretly spy on her. Xiaoting has a beautiful face and a perfect figure; she's 170cm tall and likes to wear tight t-shirts and low-waisted jeans. If you look closely, you can see her sexy bras bulging on her t-shirts. Xiaoting's underwear is all high-quality, featuring exquisite knit patterns or lace. She wears
a variety of colors: fresh pure white, alluring deep purple, seductive azure blue, mysterious glossy black, pale yellow, pinkish orange, dark green, light blue, and passionate fiery red. Each color makes Xiaoting's breasts appear firm and full. Her breasts don't look large, probably around 32C, but combined with her tall figure and slender physique, they are perfectly proportioned.
Because only my wife's brother and sister-in-law live at her parents' house—her sister-in-law is a full-time housewife, and her parents live in a house on the mountain—most of the time only her sister-in-law is home. Therefore , I feel more relaxed and at ease when I visit my wife's family.
My wife's family has a large terrace for washing and drying clothes. Every time, I would use the excuse of smoking to peek at her sister-in-law's underwear on the terrace. Xiaoting's bra didn't have the thick padding that my wife did, so I knew Xiaoting had a truly impressive figure.
No matter which angle you look at her from, she's so curvaceous and alluring. Xiaoting's sexy figure makes her attract my attention no matter what she wears. Born in 1966, Xiaoting is just over 30 years old, exuding the charm of a mature and beautiful young woman. Compared to Xiaoting, my wife seems quite ordinary. Although my wife was considered outstanding in school, she pales in comparison to Xiaoting. In the almost one year since we got married, I've had more opportunities to see Xiaoting. After marriage, my wife and I have had very little sex, and I feel a deep sense of guilt because every time we make love, all I can think about is Xiaoting's face, her seductive poses, and her satisfied expression after orgasm.
Part Two (The Turmoil)
Once, my wife and I went back to her house. She suggested cooking, so the three of us prepared the meal together in the kitchen. After washing and chopping all the vegetables, we realized we were missing salad dressing for the cold bamboo shoots. So, my wife drove to the Dinghao Supermarket to buy some. My wife's brother, Xiaoting's husband, drives a container truck and often works until 8 or 9 pm. At that moment, only she and I were left in the kitchen preparing the ingredients. Because the kitchen wasn't big, and the refrigerator, cookware, and cupboards took up a lot of space, Xiaoting and I were very close. Being alone together felt a little awkward; we didn't know what to say. Perhaps Xiaoting sensed my restless intentions, because the atmosphere became unusually tense. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, let alone Xiaoting's tense and rapid breathing. At that close distance, I could smell the perfume emanating from Xiaoting, and my mind wandered into a fantasy world. I don't know how long I was lost in thought when a clap of thunder jolted me awake. Suddenly, dark clouds filled the sky. A moment later, the pitter-patter of rain began. Luckily, the sudden downpour masked my inappropriate behavior. Xiaoting quickly put down the vegetables she was carrying and ran to the balcony to collect the laundry. I snapped out of my reverie and hurried to the balcony to help. Xiaoting broke the silence, saying, "Arui, you go ahead with your work. I can collect these clothes myself."
Without thinking, I immediately replied, "It's okay! It'll be faster if I help."
As I spoke, I went to the balcony and started collecting the clothes hanging on the bamboo poles. To hide my embarrassing moment and flushed face, I deliberately let the cold rain hit me, hoping to quench my embarrassment. From behind, I heard Xiaoting's anxious voice: "Arui, really, it's not necessary. These chores are best left to us women."
I thought my sister-in-law was just being polite and kept telling her it was alright. Suddenly, I realized why Xiaoting was so anxious. I was at a loss, staring blankly at the two or three sets of Xiaoting's underwear hanging on the bamboo poles. What should I do?
My hand was already halfway outstretched, and I was caught between a rock and a hard place. Stopping felt like a guilty conscience, and I worried that exposing Xiaoting's privacy would humiliate her. But could I just hold her dark blue embroidered half-cup sexy high-quality bra and low-waisted panties with sheer fabric covering her private parts? After much deliberation, I was at a loss. I could only gently hook my fingers around the bra straps and pull down the narrow waistband of her panties. My sister-in-law lowered her head shyly, her cheeks flushed with a delicate blush, looking like a young girl experiencing her first crush. I wanted to try and break the awkward silence, so I said to Xiaoting in a joking tone, "I didn't mean to pry into your secrets." "I'm sorry, but speaking of which, this rain came at just the right time. Otherwise, I wouldn't have had the chance to admire my sister-in-law's stunning figure! My sister-in-law's figure is truly captivating! I would be content if Xiaoling had even half of my sister-in-law's."
Xiaoting's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz: "You
're so mean, still making fun of me now." I replied to her: "It's true! Xiaoling's bra is all padded, unlike my sister-in-law's body, which is the real deal. Every inch of her skin is so fair and alluring. My brother is truly blessed to have married a woman like you. I'll help you put away your clothes, sister-in-law, don't stand in the rain."
After hearing my ambiguous and suggestive confession, Xiaoting probably couldn't tell if I was teasing or flirting with her, so she could only walk blankly into the dining room to wait for me to put away the clothes and come inside. As soon as we entered the room, Xiaoting immediately handed me a large towel to dry my hair. Gazing at Xiaoting's shy yet beautiful face right in front of me, I suddenly became bolder, my eyes fixed on her breasts.
Hmm
! Sure enough, a 33 or 34C! Xiaoting was startled by my teasing actions, her breathing becoming rapid, her firm breasts heaving with each breath. "I'm sorry to trouble you and make you wet."
"Not at all, it's my honor. It's all thanks to God that I have such a blessing from my past life. Others would love to have it!" The dining room lights were off, making it dim to see my sister-in-law's expression, but I could feel the nervous excitement and awkwardness in Yu Ting's heart from the seemingly frozen air. I knew that if the atmosphere continued like this, this precious opportunity would vanish without a trace, only widening the irreparable rift between me and my sister-in-law. There would never be another chance like this to boldly confess my feelings to Yu Ting without her guarding her. If I gave up on teasing her today, Yu Ting would definitely avoid being alone with me in the future. Anyway, I couldn't take back what I had just said. Since I had already so openly and passionately expressed my intention to seduce her, even if I put on the brakes now, it wouldn't change the fact. At worst, my sister-in-law would reject me harshly, which would only make future meetings awkward. After thinking about it, I decided to... I was determined to make things clear today, or at the very least, to make a suggestive remark to the usually dignified and elegant Yu Ting. The thought of uttering those teasing and unrestrained words I'd rehearsed in my mind to my wife's sister-in-law sent a surge of unbearable heat through me, compelling me to move closer to Yu Ting. "Sister-in-law, you've been caught in the rain! Your clothes are a little damp, change them quickly to avoid catching a cold. There are some dry underwear here you can change into."
As I spoke, I picked up... I handed Yuting a dark blue, three-quarter cup embroidered bra and sexy sheer panties. Yuting blushed and whispered to me, "No need, I'm not that wet. You should go dry yourself off!" "Your t-shirt is all wet and sticking to your skin, and you say you haven't gotten wet? Tsk! Sister-in-law, your figure is perfect; your clothes can't even hide your alluring curves."
Sister-in-law, this dark blue low-cup bra would really suit you; this style would definitely make your breasts look even firmer and rounder.
Yu Ting kept her head down, avoiding my gaze, until I moved closer, my chest brushing against her long, wavy, light golden hair. I extended my right index finger, tracing the shape of her breasts beneath her bra. Although I didn't actually touch her body, my fingertip lingered between her deep cleavage, just a few centimeters away. My sister-in-law placed her arms in front of her chest, shielding herself from my provocative gaze and my hands from fully invading her most alluring upper body. She could only partially conceal herself, preventing the rain from soaking her breasts, which clung to her body, and preventing them from being willingly exposed to my greedy gaze through her almost transparent, tight-fitting t-shirt.
At
this moment, Yu Ting could only weakly resist, passively dodging my more audacious actions. But her coy expression made one question her self-control and inner intentions. After all, this furtive behavior didn't betray her brother; it was just letting her eyes have a free ride, and she couldn't stop or refuse it, perhaps that's what Yu Ting was thinking! It's more likely that admiration for her is a source of pride. She feels a surge of emotion for her flawless body, and the intense physical reaction proves that her allure hasn't faded with marriage; she still easily attracts men's lustful gazes—how something to celebrate!
Especially as greedy eyes linger on her most sensitive areas, a barely perceptible, contemptuous smile appears on Yu Ting's lips, as if she's satisfied with herself, or perhaps enjoying the thrill of reaping her prey.
Her gaze became somewhat unfocused and dreamy. She no longer concealed herself, her chest subtly lifting. Her eyes, peeking through her lowered face and the gaps in her hair, secretly observed my reaction, as if trying to find my weakness. A thousand thoughts raced through my mind: Could it be that Yu Ting had decided to accept my bold sexual advances? My slightly rapid breathing became a seductive melody in the silent space. Unable to resist the urge, I finally placed my hand on Yu Ting's shoulder. Yu Ting trembled slightly but didn't pull my hand away. I gently pulled down her bra strap and said in a hoarse voice, "You should change your wet underwear!"
Suddenly, darkness enveloped us. Neither of us knew what we were doing in the time that followed. When we regained consciousness, we found Yu Ting's low-cut, tight-fitting t-shirt in the corner, her breasts, covered by a purple bra, breathing heavily. The buttons and zippers of her low-waisted jeans were undone, revealing her dark purple lace panties. Yu Ting's hot body was pressed tightly against my chest, while my pants had fallen to my knees. My erect penis, hard through her panties, was pressing against Yu Ting's lower abdomen. The situation was both exciting and shameful. Neither of us could speak; we could only understand each other's state of mind at that moment. We didn't know if Yu Ting had lost control due to momentary infatuation or if she also had fantasies and expectations about me.
But that's not important. What I care about now is how to possess the alluring body before my wife returns, and make her infatuated and dependent on me. I used every gentle method to love and possess her, but the process didn't satisfy me. However, when Yuting lay on top of me, panting softly, as docile as a kitten, and we both lay exhausted on the carpet in the dining room, I felt that she would be willing to let me do anything for her, including the most lewd and shameful acts. I was glad that I hadn't been too rough. At this moment, the doorbell rang, and my wife returned from buying seasonings. To my surprise, Yuting seemed completely unfazed. She slowly moved her still warm, now-cool body away from my arms and stood up. Her calm face showed no trace of shame or guilt. She walked to the corner, picked up the sexy bra, put it over her arms, adjusted it, and turned back to me, uttering a sweet voice: "Aren't you going to help?" "Is she dressed properly?"
Of course, I couldn't resist her flirtatious words. As I stood behind her and fastened her bra, a surge of desire rose within me. As I fastened it, I lowered my head and kissed her shoulder, pressing my lower abdomen against her full, round buttocks, letting the deep cleft of her buttocks rub and soothe my restless penis. But then the doorbell rang again. My sister-in-law gently blocked my way, calmly slipping her hand into the bra cup to lift her breasts, adjusting the bra's position before putting on her t-shirt. She even tidied her messy hair with her hand, saying in a soft voice, "Don't give anything away. We'll talk about it later if there's a chance, but don't let Xiaoling know. So you can only use your hands and mouth to take advantage of me!" After saying that, she pressed her red lips to my mouth, playfully sticking her tongue in and then quickly pulling it away. Ignoring my flushed face and loosened belt, she turned and nonchalantly walked towards the entrance to open the door.
Part 5: Betrayal.
No one knows the secret between Xiaoting and me. It was a consensus we reached, or rather, a subtle understanding. We both believed that as long as we didn't take any action, there wouldn't be any major problems. Instead, we let things develop naturally, and this strange and ambiguous relationship could continue.
No one could guess what was happening between Xiaoting and me. Although it brought some unease, it also brought us a lot of joy.
After that time I boldly confessed my love to Xiaoting when we were alone, the distance between us suddenly disappeared. We talked about everything like the most intimate lovers, from political issues to sexual desires, without any taboos, without any shyness or restraint. It was like intimate partners whispering sweet nothings to each other, and we could understand each other perfectly. I never thought that Xiaoting and I would be so compatible in our views on relationships. That familiar feeling was like when we were making love, we could understand each other's intentions with just a slight movement from the other person. We knew exactly what the other person wanted us to do, such as turning our bodies or raising our hips to respond to the angle of penetration or the parts of contact. This kind of habit, which can only be accumulated slowly over a long period of time, miraculously appeared in my sexual behavior with Xiaoting.
Originally, I only hoped to turn Xiaoting, my perfect fantasy object, into a sexual partner. It would be a luxury to occasionally lewdly humiliate my elegant sister-in-law. Because she was my wife's sister-in-law, I didn't dare to be too outrageous. I didn't expect that Xiaoting would not only give me her mature and alluring body, but also not mind treating me as her lover. Now, we often chat on the phone. In addition to our moods and daily trivialities, sometimes at night, she would deliberately hint and tease me, saying some lewd words that made people blush and their hearts race. Xiaoting's bold and unrestrained exploration at night, different from her noble appearance during the day, gives me a kind of unpredictable and flattering excitement. So I keep exploring and digging into her habits and hobbies. Flirting with her brother's wife behind my wife's back is both exciting and full of guilt. As long as her brother is not at home, Xiaoting will be very high and even ask me to say dirty words to her.
So we often tried telemarketing, deliberately arranging novel content. For example, she would pretend we were completely innocent, or she would role-play to please me—sometimes a flight attendant, sometimes a housewife. What was most irresistible was her unpretentious speech, making one wonder if she had rehearsed beforehand, as if she had become completely immersed in the role, coupled with the seductive charm of her sweet voice. For example, when playing the flight attendant, Yu-ting said, "Mr. Zeng, do you need a blanket and some wine?"
"Yes."
"First class is expensive, Mr. Zeng, what profession are you in?"
"Mr. Zeng, you went to France alone without your wife, are you hoping for an affair?"
I replied, "Foreign women don't interest me, at most they're just for fun! They can't compare to tall, fit young Eastern women, especially elegant flight attendants like you, wearing smart suits that exude nobility and youthful vitality."
Yu-ting and I would chat while masturbating, and then she would ask, "Please, have sex with me!"
I said, "I don't understand, just say it directly."
"Yes! Please put it in."
"What do you put in?"
"It's...it's a penis."
"Be more lewd."
"It's a penis, please insert it into my vagina."
"Why do you put it in?" "
It's for sex, oh, not to fuck me, um, it's to fuck me, fuck my cock! Darling."
Yu Ting's appearance made it impossible for such lewd words to come out of her mouth. Her deep tone made each sexy teasing word seem to come from her throat, a little indistinct, like a murmur or a moan.
Sometimes we just chat. Xiaoting once told me about the men she admired and the places and partners she most wanted to try having sex with in her sexual fantasies. She revealed that she really wanted to have sex with me in public places, such as on her office desk, in the back seat of a movie theater, or in a moving car, especially on the large balcony at home, because the second floor couldn't shield her from being seen. She could only rely on herself to be careful if anyone was peeping at her. The contrast between the extreme tension of having to be extremely careful and the exhaustion after orgasm made her eager to try it. She
also wanted to have sex with me in a department store, under the pretext of changing clothes, so that her boyfriend, who was burning with desire because he admired her changing into the sexy dress she had chosen, could sneak into the fitting room and try to suppress the noise. He could then force her to spread her legs into an M-shape, hook her legs around his waist and back against the wooden board of the partition, wrap his arms around her neck and twist his body, enjoying the fullness of being penetrated deeply.
My sister-in-law's fantasies are quite audacious. I jokingly asked her if she wanted to take a selfie as a memento. She replied that she's actually very conservative and looks down on women who are unfaithful and promiscuous. If things hadn't happened so suddenly, catching her off guard, she wouldn't have let me know about her secret feelings for me. After all, we both have our own families.
I know Xiaoting is a very obedient woman. If she hadn't fallen into my carefully laid trap, she wouldn't have expressed her feelings and would have kept a certain distance from me. But I want to develop a more inappropriate relationship with her. I want her body and soul to belong to me, to understand her more deeply, like a romantic relationship. So, I made a date with her to go shopping at Sogo this weekend.

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