[My Story with My Wife and Sister-in-Law] [Author: Unknown]

After graduating from university, I returned to my hometown and became a surgeon at the county hospital. There I met my wife, Chunni (her mother called her Chunnizi). She was a graduate of a nursing school and, after two years of further training, became a gynecologist. Chunni was very beautiful. She was 1.65 meters tall, weighed 54 kilograms, and had a full bust, rounded hips, a slender waist, and long legs, making her appear incredibly graceful. Her two fair arms and long, slender fingers made every movement elegant and charming. Like me, she was a poor girl from a remote mountain village, and she was very satisfied with her good job. We were able to work happily and live happily.

But misfortune can strike even the happiest. The year after we got married and had a child, her father died in a car accident, and three months later, her chronically ill mother passed away from grief. At that time, her younger brother was not yet married, and her younger sister was in high school. All the family's difficulties suddenly fell on our shoulders. I used my limited savings and borrowed some money from relatives and friends to help her younger brother build a new house and get married, and to help her younger sister finish high school and find a job in the hospital pharmacy. Two years later, everything returned to our happy life. When her younger sister (everyone at home calls her Lanni, I call her Lanni) first started working at the hospital, the hospital didn't provide her with a dormitory, and our housing was very cramped, with only two single-story rooms. The inner room served as both a bedroom and living room, while the outer room was partitioned into a small bedroom and a kitchen. Since the child had slept alone in the outer bedroom since he was little, he wouldn't sleep with anyone except his mother occasionally. There was no other way but to let Lanni sleep on the sofa in the inner room.

Two months passed like this, and then summer came. There were many mosquitoes at night. We had mosquito nets on both our beds, but Lanni couldn't use them on the sofa, and she was bitten terribly at night. Sometimes she would climb onto our bed to sleep. At first, I took the initiative to get down, but later my wife felt bad and said, "Lani is still a child, she's not an outsider, you don't need to get down." So we squeezed into one bed to sleep.

But I was still young then. Before Lanni came, we would have sex two or three times a day. Since she came, because we slept in the same room, we did it much less, and each time we only did it when we were really desperate. When we did, we were very careful, afraid of making any noise. Now it's even worse. In one bed, I have to be careful even to turn over. How can we do it? Fortunately, my wife is very understanding. Whenever she finds Lanni asleep, she touches my genitals. If I'm hard, she turns to her side with her back to me, letting me penetrate her from behind. Although it's not as satisfying as before, it still solves the problem. Moreover, I find that making love in this environment is particularly interesting and exciting. It's less crazy than before, and more gentle now. The release under the pressure of suppression is more heart-pounding. My wife agrees and has said many times that she likes this feeling. In fact, she's producing a lot more fluid now than before. I'm always careful not to use too much force or thrust too vigorously, because even slightly larger movements make noise on the bed and create a lot of water noise from her. So, we mostly try to penetrate deeply and then slowly grind against each other. Sometimes we inevitably make noise, especially when we're close to climax, we often forget about it and she often unconsciously lets out suppressed moans. Whenever this happens, I have to pinch her hard. Most of the time she'll control herself, but sometimes she goes crazy and can't control herself. Several times when I pinch her, instead of being quieter, she reaches over and grabs my buttocks, pulling me forward while thrusting her own hips back until I ejaculate.

At first, we didn't pay attention to whether Lani was actually asleep every time. One day at noon, my wife smiled at me and said mysteriously, "That little girl Lani is probably eavesdropping on us."

"What is she eavesdropping on?"

My wife took a pair of underwear from the washing machine and showed me the crotch area; I could see a large stain on it.

I chuckled and said, "Isn't this normal?"

She laughed and scolded me, saying, "What do you know? What's normal?"

I said, "Well, you can only blame yourself. Who told you to be so wild last night?"

My wife chuckled again, then sighed, "If you know her, you know. Anyway, I'm not a child anymore. I've entered the age of being like a wolf in sheep's clothing ahead of time."

Before marriage, my wife was a very traditional and conservative girl. After marriage, she maintained a reserved and dignified image, but she was quite open and proactive in her sex life. Although she didn't have any romantic extramarital affairs or extramarital sex herself, when discussing other women's scandalous affairs, she didn't show the deliberate contempt and disgust that other women did. She even showed a bit of appreciation and envy. Perhaps this was related to her work in gynecology, because the women in her department were all very assertive.

In the days that followed, my wife became increasingly disregardful of Lani's presence. Apart from loud moaning and shouting and frantic thrusting, our sex life wasn't much different from before. She wanted me to do it on her, and when she felt unsatisfied, she would roll over and press herself against me, rocking back and forth wantonly. We made love more and more often, even more than the two or three times a day before, until one day she told me with a smile that Lani was unhappy with her. I joked, "She probably isn't just bothered by us, she's also craving it."

My wife laughed and scolded, "Are you thinking about her?"

I said, "How could I dare?"

"With your guts, you wouldn't dare even if I gave it to you."

"I wouldn't dare steal it, I wouldn't dare rob it, so why wouldn't I dare give it to you?"

My wife stared at me for a long time, "You'd better watch out..."

I didn't know what she meant by watching out. Was she warning me? Or...?

She wanted me to watch out, but what did she mean by watching out? Not having sex with her? Impossible! Making it quieter when we were having sex? She wouldn't like that! Not looking at Lani's scantily clad body? The house is only so big! Not having any skin contact with Lani at all? That's difficult! When we were having sex, there was often friction between our arms and legs. One time, my leg landed on Lani's leg. It was unintentional at first, but I realized she wasn't really asleep, and she didn't pull her leg away. As my leg rubbed against hers with my body's movements, in the dim moonlight streaming through the window, I saw her shoulders and back heaving more and more rapidly. Even though she was turned to the side with her back to us, I could still feel her rapid breathing and pounding heart. My thoughts were very complicated at that moment; excitement and lewdness prevailed. I knew what I was doing was despicable, but Lani didn't stop me and seemed to be enjoying it. Suddenly, I did something very obscene: I turned my wife's face and pointed at Lani. My wife noticed Lani's unusual expression and knew she was awake. I then gestured downwards with my mouth, indicating she should look down. When she saw my leg on Lani's, she smiled mischievously and pinched my arm hard. Heh, now she knows how careless I was!

Although my wife knew I had started to misbehave, she neither reprimanded nor stopped me. This emboldened me, and I would intentionally touch Lani during our time together. At first, I always pretended it was unintentional, and my touches were limited to her shoulders, back, arms, and legs. Not only did Lani never show any aversion, but my wife also didn't object when she saw it. Moreover, I noticed that my wife's reaction was even stronger at these times... as if she derived greater stimulation from them. Once, when she saw my hand stroking Lani's waist, she actually hugged me and leaned closer to Lani, as if to allow my hand to reach further forward. But I didn't do that; instead, I withdrew my hand and focused on making love to her. At this moment, her reaction was very strong; her hips thrust upwards forcefully, and her moans became exceptionally loud...

My wife said something I hadn't expected, and I was speechless for a long time. She flipped me over, lay on top of me, and while making love to me gently and passionately, she devised a detailed "plan to conquer Lani."

I. The necessity and feasibility of formulating and implementing the "delegation plan":

1. Given the current conditions and situation, it's difficult to maintain the same harmonious and fulfilling sex life as before. Achieving this harmony without affecting Lani (including her sleep, her emotional state, and her physical reactions) is truly a difficult balance. The current situation of the three of us sleeping in the same bed can't be changed anytime soon, so "incorporating" her seems like a good solution.

2. Based on recent observations and tests, "incorporating" her shouldn't be difficult. First, all three of us are somewhat unconsciously prepared.

Second, she accepts my physical advances.

Third, her frequent changes of underwear reveal both her sexual desire and the significant mental and physical torment she endures each night.

3. She's over 18 and physically developed; legally and physiologically speaking, it's just a borderline case.

4. My sexual desire and ability are both strong, and my wife's sexual desire is also relatively strong, but she struggles to meet my demands for two or three times a night.

II. General Steps for Implementing the "Plan": Building upon previous actions, I will boldly expand and explore further, seizing opportunities and finding the right entry points to complete the "incorporation" as quickly as possible. My wife's main task is to cooperate tacitly, acting according to the situation, avoiding conflict when necessary, and intervening when needed.

III. Significance of Implementing the "Plan": It can eliminate all our concerns in our sex life, making it more enjoyable and unrestrained; it can eliminate the awkwardness of sleeping in the same bed for all three of us; it can make our lives more harmonious and fulfilling; it can alleviate Lani's mental and physical suffering, allowing her to live a happier and more positive life; it can reduce my wife's burden in our sex life, giving her more rest time; it can relieve my sexual anxiety during my wife's menstrual period, allowing me to achieve maximum mental and physical satisfaction and pleasure.

IV. Potential Dangers and Harms of the "Plan":

1. Lani may disagree, be completely disgusted, or even turn hostile, causing a crisis in our previously peaceful and harmonious life. Based on her behavior in the previous period, this situation is unlikely to occur.

2. If Lani gets pregnant, there's a chance the affair will be exposed, and it would be incredibly shameful, a stain on her reputation for life. My wife is an obstetrician, so the chances of that happening are slim. 3. Outsiders might not know, but I might develop a psychological trauma related to incest, which would have a huge impact on Lani, potentially affecting her lifelong happiness. This is my biggest worry. I don't know if my wife had already planned this when she told me to "be careful." Haha! Now I understand that many things require caution!

The next day, the afternoon of the Mid-Autumn Festival (August 15th of the lunar calendar), Lani returned. That evening, my wife prepared a lavish dinner and brought out a bottle of French red wine a friend had given us. The family sat in the courtyard, drinking and admiring the moon. My wife clearly had ulterior motives, constantly urging Lani, who had never drunk alcohol before, to drink. This French

red wine tastes great, but it has a strong aftereffect. In no time, Lani's face was flushed and her eyes were brimming with tears. Under the bright moonlight, she looked even more beautiful, charming, and captivating.

"Lani is so pretty!" I exclaimed.

"Really? Pretty even more pretty than my sister?"

"Of course! At least you're younger than her!"

"My sister has mature beauty."

"I prefer innocent beauty!"

"Really? No wonder people say immature girls like mature men, and mature men like immature girls. Looks like you're no exception?"

"Your brother-in-law is a mature man, and you're an immature girl. You two just happen to like each other, haha..." my wife joked.

"I admire my brother-in-law," Lani quickly defended herself. "

Admiration is the ultimate form of liking. Looks like you like your brother-in-law even more than I do."

"You..."

"Hahaha..." We both burst into laughter.

Lani laughed and playfully hit her sister, saying, "I just like it, so what!"

"Then here you are, consider it a Mid-Autumn Festival gift. It's not anything valuable, hahaha..."

"Hahaha..." We laughed heartily together, our laughter filling the cozy courtyard and drifting in the quiet night sky, even making the moon appear brighter and clearer

. Our laughter, under the Mid-Autumn moonlit night, carried hidden meanings. Only my wife and I understood what we meant by "Mid-Autumn Festival gift."

I glanced at my wife with complicated feelings. She smiled mischievously, poured red wine into our glasses, and said to Lani, "A little more. Look how beautiful you are under the moonlight. Come on, have a drink with my sister, it's a double cup!"

I knew what might happen tonight, but suppressing my excitement, I first clinked glasses with Lani, then deliberately with my wife. Lani, seeing our expressions, downed her drink in one gulp. After my wife drank, she poured herself a full glass. "It's been so long since I've enjoyed drinking like this," she said, downing another large glass of wine. Actually, my wife doesn't usually drink much, but tonight she drank so much; I knew what she wanted, and I didn't stop her. In the moonlit night, the wind blew gently, and I was still sober…

it was another time when we were all huddled together, so I deliberately went to sleep quietly.

Lani didn't usually drink much because there were only a few young women working at the pharmacy, and they never socialized after work. But tonight, under the influence of the wine, she too was quietly drinking. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but soon my wife became excited and started testing my reaction. Actually, my desire had always been strong, but I was still worried about something I couldn't quite explain, yet my lower body was swelling uncontrollably. My wife simply climbed on top of me and started moving on her own. Soon she couldn't help but moan, and her movements became quite vigorous. She seemed to deliberately stretch her legs onto Lani's lower abdomen; I felt her volcanic moment approaching. Lani next to me seemed to twist a few times as well; in the moonlight, I sensed she wasn't asleep. A tense, stimulating feeling washed over me, and my volcano erupted. My wife rolled over to the other side, and I lay between them. Then, her hand reached over my body, seemingly exploring Lani on the other side, but her elbow was strong. I suddenly realized my wife was mimicking my usual groping movements. Lani shifted to the side; she really wasn't asleep. My wife also moved closer to her, squeezing me in.

Then, my wife made a bold move that surprised me. She simply lay on top of me and pulled Lani close, we were tightly embraced.

"Lani, I know you haven't been asleep. It's not like it's just been a day or two. I just love having you sleeping next to me," my wife said with a mischievous smile.

"I was asleep, it's all your fault for disturbing me," Lani said, but struggled to break free from my wife's grasp.

"How about this, you can't just listen to my stories, I want to see you with us..." my wife said tentatively.

"You! This is the Mid-Autumn Festival gift you were talking about, right?" Lani said.

"Hehe!" my wife laughed.

At that moment, I felt conflicted, unsure whether I should stop them.

"Sister, don't say I'm taking advantage of you!" Lani said.

"Actually, Lani, without you by our side, it feels like something's missing. I feel like life is only fulfilling when you're here," the wife said.

Then she lifted Lani's shirt with one hand, trying to take it off. Lani said, "I'll do it myself."

"Sister, I'll let the mosquitoes bite me for a while, I'm afraid you won't be used to it," my wife said, turning over and getting out of bed with a towel.

Only Lani and I were left on the bed; I was naked, and my wife had taken the towel I was using. Moonlight streamed in, and Lani covered her head with her towel. I heard my wife moving on the sofa, hesitated for a moment, and then lifted the only towel on the bed…

She was petite and delicate, with fair and smooth skin, a youthful glow that had a glass-like transparency. Her neck was exceptionally beautiful and straight, her slender skin taut against her body. Her breath was fragrant, her delicate skin refreshing. Even just looking at the skin on her wrists made me drool.

Now, she was lying there, and everything about her body, no matter how mysterious and alluring, was no longer out of reach for me. A long-awaited, impending feeling of touch surged through my entire body like lightning. Gazing at her exquisite body, I felt dizzy. I could almost see the outline of her naked body.

I held her upper body tightly, pressing her face against mine. A woman's uniquely alluring scent instantly melted my heart. I greedily caressed her smooth skin on her face and neck with my lips and cheeks. When my lips touched hers, I felt a strange sensation. I felt that licking her lips, nose, long eyelashes, and green eyes with my tongue was the most wonderful thing. The sensation of the tongue was different from that of the lips, each with its own unique characteristics. Every part of her face gave me a different feeling. Her eyes and eyelashes had a slightly prickly feel; when kissing her eyelids and eyelashes, you constantly felt that you were kissing a beautiful girl with big eyes. When you kissed her nose, you felt that she was a petite and cute girl. When you kissed her lips, needless to say, it was wonderful, an electric shock-like feeling. You could taste the faint saltiness in her mouth, and her ears were soft, with a faint scent of soap behind them. For a while, I buried my nose in her straight black hair, smelling the roots of her hair. Then, I placed my nose on the skin of her fair neck, alternating between my tongue and lips, feeling her delicate skin. My hands rubbed back and forth on her smooth arms. Every now and then, I would lift her arms to my lips and kiss them. Kissing her fingers and palms also felt wonderful. Although her small hands were limp and powerless at that moment, they still seemed to express some meaning. Kissing her fingers gave me a sense of communication, as if her fingers could speak, or at least I could feel a certain elasticity in them.

At this moment, my eyes fell on the two taut little peaks tightly encased in her clothes. I had touched them several times when my arms moved. I impulsively picked her up, kissing her cheeks greedily as I took off her coat. It was a pink shirt. The buttons were still undone. I only needed to gently lift her body and take the shirt off her arms. I kissed her as I took off the shirt.

Under the moonlight, her arms were smooth as water, her shoulders round and lustrous, instantly reminding one of an ancient figure—Diao Chan? Fei Yan? I had never faced a girl whose upper body was almost naked before. I was truly excited. From her jade-like arms to her shoulders, and even her back and abdomen, everything was smooth, with only a bandage on her back. Her waist was so slender, her breasts so firm, her neck so long. I pulled her into my arms from behind, letting her sit on my lap. My hands touched her stomach, letting her head rest on my shoulder, her hair cascading over me. Now my hands caressed her stomach, moving upwards to her breasts, and then sliding down to that thrilling place. My hand slowly moved upwards, slipping

inside her firm bra. I felt a tingling, numbing sensation beneath her bra. The skin inside was incredibly soft, incredibly tender, incredibly supple. Undoubtedly, when my hands touched this area, I felt far more excited than when I touched any other part of her. I slipped my other hand inside her other bra. From behind, my hand reached under her sides and grasped her two soft, supple breasts. At that moment, my hands, brimming with sensory cells, completely represented my heart; my heart was burning, and my hands were almost frantic.

I gently rubbed, kneaded, pinched, and pressed her breasts rhythmically, in circles and back and forth, up and down. I was completely immersed in a sea of pleasure, experiencing the endless joy of dolphins playing in the waves. The feeling of her breast skin could be described as smooth as cream, like jade ointment. The skin here was absolutely different from others, exceptionally tender and smooth. In fact, this feeling is hard to describe in words; in short, when your hands are interacting with it, your whole body goes soft and yields. Perhaps this is why the ancients called this place "yi xiong" (meaning "yi xiong," a term for a sensitive, yielding area). I lingered there for a long time, fully savoring and appreciating its essence. I moved her bra up one side, revealing a small mound, with a tiny cherry perched on its tip. I carefully observed this little mound in the moonlight—no! "Mound" was too vulgar; it should be called a beautiful little mountain peak, as "yy" (a derogatory term for women) seems to use. This term suited her perfectly; her little mountain peak was a gift from heaven, a twist of fate, truly exquisite, dazzlingly beautiful, standing proudly there, towering over the sky. I was astonished to find that those erect breasts were so full of life. I felt they were calling to me, a call of life; they seemed to be proclaiming something, vaguely the pride and dignity of womanhood. Then I revealed another beautiful breast. I completely removed her bra.

Now, she was only wearing a pair of silk panties as light as a thin mist. I had never been so excited before. Holding her two soft, warm breasts in my hands, I took a deep breath, as if the fragrance of lotus blossoms were wafting from them, permeating my very being. When both hands simultaneously touched the tips of those small mounds, I felt a powerful shock; I could even hear my own breathing quicken. Suddenly, an uncontrollable urge surged within me. I turned her body around, pressing my body against her breasts. I pressed my lips to hers, kissing her passionately. I slipped my tongue into her mouth, found her tongue, and sucked it into my own. I held her tightly, letting her breasts press firmly against my body. I desperately sucked on her lips and her tongue. I could even feel her tongue moving. Slippery, sweet, and exquisitely beautiful. The passionate kisses and embraces lasted a long time; my tongue felt numb, and holding her, I felt as if I could remain in a blissful trance.

At that moment, the area beneath her thin silk panties attracted me more intensely than ever before. Her silk panties were almost completely transparent. I stared at that area intently for a while, then reached out and touched it. The moment I gently ran my hand over it from the outside, my heart skipped a beat. I ran my hand over it more than once, feeling her most sensitive area through the thin fabric. I covered it completely, holding that area. My middle finger slipped between her legs, seemingly fitting perfectly into a small crevice. It felt as if two soft lips, through the thin fabric, gently held my finger; it was warm, moist, and slippery. My middle finger moved back and forth a few times, like a saw, just along the outer edge. Soon my hand was wet; I didn't know if it was from my own sweat or something else. At the same time, her legs involuntarily tightened, trapping my hand. I felt my fingers becoming increasingly rough as I rubbed them together.

At this point, what was there to be afraid of? I boldly spread her legs apart, vigorously rubbing her outside her panties a few times, and then I slipped my hand inside. I don't know if it was me, her, or both of us, but when my hand entered her, I felt the earth tremble, my whole body went numb, even my legs went weak. I just kept touching and kneading, letting time pass by. My right hand moved inside her, while

my left hand reached around from behind to grasp her left breast, gently squeezing it. My lips greedily devoured her face, her lips, her tongue; and her throat, her shoulder, until I kissed her right breast, that little red cherry. I experienced her trinity with the burning passion within me: I felt I was no longer mortal, I had floated into the air, accompanied by Taibai Jinxing, dancing with Chang'e.

I supported her naked upper body, laying her flat on the bed. Although her nakedness already intoxicated me, I felt it wasn't enough. I wanted to go all the way, to reach the top of the pyramid, to make her completely naked! With an incredibly devout heart, I knelt on the ground, grasping the sides of her panties with both hands, and gently peeled them off. At first, I had to gently lift her buttocks, but when her groin was fully exposed, her panties were up to her thighs, making them easier to remove. Little by little, I pulled her silk panties down to her knees, then from her knees to her ankles, finally removing them completely, first one foot, then the other. Finally, she was completely naked. I carefully put her panties aside, then sat down beside her, scrutinizing her from head to toe. At this moment, lying before me was a completely naked girl. Dear readers, what would a real man do if he saw such a beautiful woman lying naked before him? At that moment, I thought to myself: I will never forget the bond between Da Ni (my pet name for Chun Ni) and Er Ni (Lan Ni's nickname). I will always be good to them, these sisters. I rolled onto the bed, pressed myself against Lan Ni, and kissed her entire body. Just as I was about to enter her, Lan Ni softly said to me, "Brother-in-law, I gave you my first time. You must cherish it and never forget me."

I was startled; she was awake after all. I immediately swore, "Er Ni, don't worry, I will always be good to you. If necessary, I will give my life for yours."

"Brother-in-law, you're so good to me. I love you. Come on. I'll do whatever you want." And so, we

completed our first time in the most primal position. Lan Ni's virginity was stained the sheets, and I held her tightly in my arms.

Afterwards, Lanni, panting heavily, said to me, "Brother-in-law, I want to be on top of you like my sister did."

I said, "Okay, come on." Lanni rolled over and straddled me, and we went to heaven again. That night, Lanni and I, fueled by alcohol and the unique emotions of "VAT," made love a total of eight times.

Lanni hugged my neck and said, "Brother-in-law, the things between men and women are so wonderful."

The next morning at 5 a.m., I got up and saw that Chunni had already prepared breakfast and was waiting for us to get up and eat. I said to her embarrassedly, "Dani, why are you up so early?"

"You tell me, you and Erni are having your wedding night, and I'm sleeping on the sofa in the living room. Do you know how I spent the whole night?" Chunni complained.

I quickly added, "Dani, you've been wronged. I'll take good care of you tonight."

Chunni smiled and said, "Okay, pick me up from my workplace after work today."

I said, "Okay."

Just then, Lanni came out rubbing her eyes. She said to Chunni, "Sister, you're so kind. I don't know how to repay you."

"No need for repayment, we're sisters after all! Let's eat."

Lanni turned to me and said, "Brother-in-law, I gave you my first time, you have to cherish me. You also have to be good to my sister. If you're not good to my sister, I won't allow it. Remember that."

I quickly said, "Don't worry, you two, I will definitely be good to you. I will love you both with my whole life. And I will never have any improper behavior with other women again."

Lanni got anxious when she heard this and yelled at me, "You dare! If you dare to do anything to betray us sisters, I will show you what kind of person I, Lanni, am. I will teach you a lesson you won't forget."

"Erni, don't worry, I won't do that..."

Before I could finish speaking, Chunni stopped me and said, "Alright, alright, you two stop talking and hurry up and eat so you can go to work."

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