Drunk wife swapping

That summer, my wife's brother and sister-in-law came back from Canada to visit relatives and stayed at our house for one night.

My wife was overjoyed when she received the call.

They hadn't seen each other for six years; the last time was at our wedding. At that time, he wasn't married yet; he had returned to China specifically for his sister's wedding and left afterward.

Six years had passed in a flash. He had gotten married abroad and had sent us photos of himself and his wife. His new sister-in-law was also Chinese and very beautiful.

This time, they were visiting relatives in China, and because there were so many, they could only stay at our house for one night.

Even so, my wife was very happy and told me to be very hospitable.

I, of course, nodded repeatedly.

When I saw them at the airport, my eyes lit up: they were simply a perfect couple! My brother was tall and handsome, with a gentlemanly air; my sister-in-law was slender and fair-skinned, her every word and action exuding the grace of a well-bred lady.

My wife was overjoyed, laughing and hugging my brother and sister-in-law.

We chatted and laughed all the way, the atmosphere was wonderful.

That evening, I wanted to treat them to dinner at the best restaurant in the city, but they disagreed, saying that eating at home felt more like family.

So my wife and I bought some good food and wine, and my wife and sister-in-law cooked a delicious meal together.

Then we sat around the table and ate dinner together.

My brother became very emotional when he talked about his longing for his hometown and family, which made us feel both sad and happy. Because of the excitement, we all drank too much.

First, two women lay motionless on the table. My brother and I helped them to their respective bedrooms. We drank for over an hour, until finally, he could barely speak and staggered to the bathroom. I quickly helped him.

After he came out, I went in and, pathetically, vomited, spending a good twenty minutes in the bathroom.

When I came out, the living room was empty, except for a mess of dishes on the dining table.

I knew my brother had gone to bed, so I staggered into the bedroom.

When I stood by the bed, I was shocked to see two people sleeping there. The first person I saw was my wife's brother. For a moment, I thought I had gone to the wrong room, but when I saw the other person was my wife, I was utterly astonished.

What I couldn't believe was that my wife was lying there asleep on her back, and her brother was holding her tightly, one leg on top of hers, his right hand groping her chest, muttering, "Wife... I've had too much... I've had too much... Wife... I've had too much..."

My drunkenness immediately subsided considerably. I shook my head vigorously, and when I was sure what I was seeing was real, I understood. My brother must have been so drunk he had lost his bearings, gone to the wrong room, and thought he was holding his wife.

I quickly nudged him and whispered, "Brother, brother, wake up, quick..." Suddenly, I thought: if I actually woke him up, how embarrassing would it be for him to face his behavior...? If I woke my wife up, we wouldn't be able to face each other. What would happen to their mental state later…? While I was hesitating, my wife's brother reached down to her genitals, rubbing them through her pajamas, muttering, "Wife…didn't you say…I was busy…busy with work, ignoring…you? Today…come on, let's…be intimate for a while…" Then, he lifted my wife's pajamas and started touching her private parts through her underwear.

Oh my god!

How could this happen? I…I…what should I do? They're siblings, you can't...

I felt a wave of dizziness and quickly squatted down. When I looked up, I clearly saw that hand slowly slipping inside my wife's panties, fiddling with her. My wife seemed to be feeling it too, letting out soft moans in her sleep, her hips even twisting a few times. She could never have imagined that the

person fondling her was her own brother; she must have mistaken me for him.

For some reason, my mind became foggy again, my heart was pounding, and my body felt hot.

Even more unbelievable was that my penis... it actually got hard.

Before me was a scene of incest between siblings, and that woman was none other than my wife, yet I... I had an erection! I watched, breathless, as my brother's hand moved inside my wife's panties. It looked like he had inserted his fingers, and my wife's moans grew increasingly intense.

I stared blankly, motionless.

After a while, my wife's brother made his move again.

He withdrew his hand, pulled down my wife's panties, and my wife, in her sleep, slightly lifted her buttocks.

Then, with his eyes closed, he slowly unbuckled his belt, took off his pants, and then his panties. I saw an erect penis spring out.

Oh my god, things were getting worse, but... what should I do?

My heart was pounding like a drum.

I was suffocating.

Yet, my lower body felt unbearably swollen.

I was terrified, yet a strange, inexplicable excitement welled up within me—anticipation.

What was happening?

My God, he was already on top of my wife, kissing his sister, and she naturally opened her mouth to receive his tongue; they were sucking on each other.

He spread my wife's legs, his right hand reaching down to his groin, grasping his penis.

Involuntarily, I leaned closer, and through the crevice between their bodies, beneath two tufts of dark pubic hair, I saw his penis aimed at my wife's vulva, thrusting forcefully, and then, the two tufts of hair joined together, and my wife let out a joyful moan, "Ah—!"

No…don't…ah! I screamed from the depths of my heart.

How could this be? You're siblings! Wife, you've let another man sleep with you, and that man is your brother! And you, you were being fucked so...so good!

The two of them were kissing on top and thrusting wildly on the bottom, the bed filled with wet "gurgling" sounds, accompanied by heavy breathing and wanton moans, as if a hundred kinds of stimulation were attacking me at once, I felt like I was going crazy! In front of me, my wife's brother's strong buttocks were swaying, slamming against his sister's vulva again and again—that's my wife, that should be my territory, but you're doing this in front of me! Wife, do you know that you are being fucked by your own brother? Did you ever think that your little hole would one day welcome your own brother's penis? And you, you accepted it so excitedly, so happily, do you want, do you like being fucked by your own brother?

I can't take it anymore.

A thought flashed through my mind in an instant, without the slightest hesitation.

I stood up, staggered out of our bedroom, leaving the brother and sister reveling in their wild revelry behind.

I opened the door to the next bedroom and rushed in.

On the bed lay my elegant and beautiful sister-in-law, a pink silk nightgown encasing a mythical body, her chest slightly open, her skin dazzlingly white and tenderly endearing.

Her flowing hair cascaded down like black fireworks, her infinitely beautiful young face flushed, a sweet smile playing on her lips as she slept soundly.

During the day, facing such a beautiful sister-in-law, I would never have dared to entertain even the slightest thought, but now, I had only one thought: her husband had slept with my wife, and I must have slept with her! I must!

I quickly unbuttoned her nightgown. I couldn't believe it—she wasn't wearing a bra! Her white breasts, her shady pubic hair…

I gently caressed her breasts and clitoris, kissing them.

Slowly, she responded; her lower body became increasingly wet, and she let out sweet moans… I pulled out my penis, aimed it at her face, and rubbed it against her rosy lips, thinking: Sister-in-law, open your mouth and suck my penis.

As if by some strange twist of fate, she actually opened her mouth, and I took the opportunity to thrust my penis inside.

I knew she must have mistaken me for my wife's brother, because she mumbled, "Ugh...husband

."

Emboldened by the alcohol, I began to thrust, watching my penis move within my sister-in-law's lovely mouth. I felt an indescribable excitement, and soon, I was about to ejaculate.

I quickly pulled out, aimed at her vagina, and thrust in.

It was tight, hot, and wet inside.

I watched her tremble and moan under my thrusts, and I shouted in my heart: Your husband is fucking my wife, and that's his own sister! I'm going to fuck you to death, fuck you to death!

Finally, I ejaculated, all of it inside her uterus.

I didn't know if it was her safe period today, but it didn't matter to me.

Exhausted, I got out of bed and went to my bedroom.

My wife's brother had already finished, and the two of them were lying side by side, fast asleep.

I used all my strength to carry him to the bed in the next bedroom, along with his clothes.

Although I wasn't fully awake, I knew what my brother and sister-in-law would think when I woke up tomorrow morning.

Before leaving, I kissed my sister-in-law's lips and her vulva, and for some reason, I smiled.

Returning to my bed, my wife was still fast asleep, her hair disheveled, and she was completely naked.

I looked closely at her vulva; some white fluid was flowing out—her brother's semen.

As I looked, my penis became hard again.

I eagerly climbed onto her body, and, mixed with the fluid, I thrust inside her…

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