Stealing Fragrance with Skill

The most basic explanation of "stealing" is: secretly taking someone else's things and making them one's own.
Adultery, similarly, refers to secretly taking someone else's man or woman and making them one's own. "
A wife is not as good as a concubine, and a concubine is not as good as a stolen one." This illustrates the pleasure and excitement that adultery brings.
Everything progresses from desire to practice; from ignorance to familiarity; from unfamiliarity to skill; from timidity to courage.
The process of adultery is like a soldier's journey from peace to war—initially, there is fear of war, fear of the battlefield, fear of battle, fear of bloodshed and death. But soldiers are duty-bound to obey orders; for the benefit of the nation, for the position of the ruler, soldiers must carry out combat orders. And when you truly enter war, retreat means death. Through the baptism of war, a soldier's courage and will are enhanced to an unprecedented degree.
Adultery is similar. God created man, creating a beautiful and happy life for humanity. The ancients said: "Food and sex are human nature." The sage said: "Food and sex are the greatest desires of humankind." In other words, human life is inseparable from two major things: food and drink, and sexual pleasure. One is a matter of livelihood, the other a matter of sex. Food and drink are about solving the problem of basic needs. Sexual pleasure is about enjoyment; life is inseparable from these two things.
I am just an ordinary person, with relatively comfortable living conditions. When one is well-fed and warm, one thinks of lustful desires; even sages are like this, so I am no exception.
Getting back to the point, let me tell you about my affair.

The occurrence of affairs is often related to the environment and one's own desires. Humans are advanced animals, emotional beings; spending a lot of time together inevitably leads to feelings developing. This is the breeding ground for affairs.
A few years ago, a few of my buddies and I liked to get together and play mahjong. We'd go to one person's house today, another's tomorrow, every day, having a great time. Over time, we naturally became quite familiar with the hostesses. To lighten the mood and ease the displeasure of the losers, we would deliberately joke and banter with them. My mahjong skills are terrible; I usually lose more than I win, and my winnings don't even cover my expenses. This earned me the hostess's sympathy (she dared not call me a gem, nor a fragrant flower), and she sighed with pity. My buddies, of course, praised my performance and eagerly awaited my participation—who wouldn't want to win some money?
One weekend, my buddy contacted me to come over for mahjong. I told him that I was currently "a hunchback on a tree—tight on my wallet," having contributed too much to their gambling recently, and now I was penniless and preparing to retire from the game. My buddy knew my situation; losing every time I gambled was my habit, so he could only offer a few words of comfort and let it go. Just as
I was preparing to enjoy a quiet and relaxing weekend at home, the phone rang. I picked up the receiver, and it was my buddy's wife: "What are you doing at home on Sunday? Come over and play!"
I said I was really afraid of losing, not because I cared about how much money I lost, but because losing every time I gambled made me lose face… Besides, I really didn't have any money in my pocket these past few days, so you guys play!
The other person (let's call her sister-in-law for now, brother and sister-in-law are more formal terms) said, "I just heard from your brother that you've been short of money lately and haven't been coming to my house. It's always just you and your brothers playing together, and it's like something's missing since you're not coming today… Come on over, it's just a few coins, your sister-in-law will give them to you. As long as you come, your sister-in-law will be happy… Hurry up and come over, I'm waiting for you at home."
Before I could reply, she hung up. Should I go or not? She was so enthusiastic, she'd gone to such lengths; it would be really inappropriate if I didn't go. Sigh, I'm easily swayed by sweet words; I rummaged through my drawer, found some loose change, put it in my pocket, and went over.
When I arrived at my friend's house, I knocked on the door, and naturally, my sister-in-law greeted me. I heard the clattering of mahjong tiles and laughter inside, knowing that a game of mahjong was already underway. I said since there were already enough players inside to start, I wouldn't go in… My sister-in-law said, “That's because she saw you weren't here yet, so she called Xiping (a neighbor, a woman) to play along. She'll stand up once you go in.
” At that moment, the male homeowner inside asked, “Who's here? Is it Tiger?”
My sister-in-law replied, “Yes, Tiger came over, but he heard you guys playing and didn't want to come in…” My brother said, “Quick, invite Tiger in! We're like a cast iron griddle with no legs—we're waiting for you!”
Just then, my sister-in-law pulled a wad of bills from her pocket and stuffed them into mine… I guess she had prepared the money after calling me. I felt a surge of warmth, both grateful and embarrassed. Going to someone else's house to play cards and having to ask their woman for money—what a tragedy!
Once inside, Xiping, though reluctant, tactfully stood up and let me play. After all, it was a group of guys playing together. I took Xiping's cards and saw they were pretty good. Soon, I won the first hand with a 2 of Bamboo. Everyone pulled out their money, and I carefully collected it and gave it to Xiping, who refused to take it.
My brother spoke up: "This is it? I couldn't even get you to come by phone. I had to have your sister-in-law call you herself. Looks like your sister-in-law has some charm!"
I said embarrassedly, "No, no, I'm just really afraid of losing lately. I don't dare play with you guys anymore. If we keep playing like this, you'll take all my salary." Then I changed the subject, continuing my brother's words: "My sister-in-law is very charming. She's beautiful, gentle, and virtuous. She has all the good qualities of a woman..." Hehe, I wasn't afraid of being cheesy, just flattering her.
Several of my buddies chimed in, praising my sister-in-law. I glanced at her and saw her face flushed with joy, her happiness evident in her every expression. She patted my shoulder and said, "Tiger, I'm almost embarrassed by what you're saying! I'm nowhere near as good as you describe! Your brother is always finding fault with me..."
I feigned displeasure, "Hmph! He doesn't know how lucky he is. If I'd known he was like this, I would have been better off with you. I would have cherished you like a precious
gem..." My buddies objected, "Hey, you think you're so precious? Well, we'll castrate you!" My brother chimed in
, "It's alright, I'll just give her to Tiger. Take good care of your sister-in-law! "
My sister-in-law retorted, "You shameless jerk! Who gives their woman to their brother?"
Everyone laughed and continued playing cards.
Strangely enough, as soon as I took over, the cards changed immediately. I kept getting all sorts of bad luck – the "thirteen of a kind" – and all sorts of other cards like East, West, South, North, Center, Fortune, and White Dragon. I lost confidence even more. Before 11 o'clock, I had lost all the money I brought, and even with my sister-in-law's donation, there was almost nothing left. Bad luck isn't society's fault; it's just my bad luck and lack of skill. At this point, I was in a bad mood and couldn't say anything witty. I could only remain silent and sigh.
In the last round, I gave my buddy a "kong" (a set of four identical tiles), the player opposite me got a concealed "kong," and the player to my left got a self-drawn "kong." I was so angry that I threw down my tiles and said, "I'm not playing anymore! Today is too unlucky! Xiping, you play, avenge me!" Everyone saw that I was really unlucky and didn't dare say anything else. They stopped trying to persuade me and told Xiping to sit down. Xiping didn't hesitate or refuse and sat down to continue playing. I stood to the side, watching the game with a stern face.
At this point, my sister-in-law saw that I really didn't want to play mahjong anymore, so she asked me to help make dumplings. A few others, trying to cheer me up, also advised me, "Little brother, go help your sister-in-law make dumplings. Whoever wins will get you a reward after we finish." I thought about how good my sister-in-law had been to me, and not wanting to offend her, I followed her into the kitchen.
My sister-in-law lived in a family apartment building, less than 100 square meters, with three bedrooms and a living room. She and her husband lived in one room, their child in another, and the third room served as the mahjong room. The living room had a sofa, TV, dining table, and other furniture. The kitchen was connected to the living room, but it was very small.
They knew how to enjoy life; their child was young and lived with his grandparents, allowing them a peaceful and carefree existence.
Speaking of helping in the kitchen, I'm no novice. People who love to eat usually try to cook what they like, and people who eat out often are more experienced and want to try cooking at home, so I'm pretty much competent at it. When we got to the kitchen, I said I'd roll out the dumpling wrappers and she could fill them. My sister-in-law smiled and said, "Okay." And so began our first kitchen collaboration.

We chatted as we worked. My sister-in-law said, "You're having a bit of bad luck today, you haven't won many games."
I said, "Yeah, I've almost lost all your money..." My sister-in-law laughed, "What do you mean 'mine' and 'your'? It's in your pocket, so it's yours." Then she whispered to me, "Don't tell your brother about this, he's always like that, stingy and obsessed with money. Consider this money a gift from me, if you lost it, you lost it, I'm not asking for it back! What's given to you is yours!"
I was touched again.
Actually, even if she hadn't arranged it, I wouldn't have told anyone. My wife secretly slipped me money, would I be stupid enough to brag to her husband? I asked her, somewhat touched, "Why...why are you so good to me? How can I thank you?"
"Look at what you're saying, as long as you come over to visit often, your sister-in-law will be happy..."
Hearing this, my heart skipped a beat, and I started to overthink things. Isn't that how people are? Since we're higher animals, of course we have thoughts. I carefully pondered my sister-in-law's words. Hmm, what did she mean? Could it be that she's fallen for me?
Then I remembered carefully recalling our past experiences at her house: my buddies and I were frequent visitors, and we were all very informal. As for me, I especially disliked bringing gifts, as if I were deliberately trying to please the host. Of course, when others came to my house, I never allowed them to bring gifts either; I disliked anything fake or pretentious.
Every time I visit my sister-in-law's house, I'm rather shy and don't talk much. But once I start talking, I can be quite cheeky, always rambling on about sex and dicks, making jokes and analogies that always end up on those topics, making everyone burst into laughter. However, I'm straightforward, honest, and fair. Anyone who gets into a fight will come to me for judgment. When I'm at her house, she'll constantly show me concern, pouring me tea and offering me cigarettes. Only I receive such treatment; my buddies can only look on with envy. Sometimes her enthusiasm makes me uncomfortable, always worried that it might upset my brother and cause him to misunderstand my relationship with his wife.
I want to declare that at that time, I was completely innocent; after marriage, I had not had any improper relationship with any woman other than my wife.
Thinking about this, I feel a little excited, a little restless, a little tempted. I stole a glance at her, watching her intently pinching the edges of dumplings. Taking advantage of her inattention, I mustered my courage and quickly gave her a quick "smack..." on the cheek, then continued rolling out the dumpling wrappers.
This was the first time in my life I had ever kissed a woman other than my wife after marriage. At that moment, my heart was pounding wildly, like fifteen buckets of water being drawn up and down, fifteen rabbits trapped in my chest. I didn't know what the consequences of my actions would be. I couldn't bear to look at my sister-in-law's face… If, if my sister-in-law was so good to me, and had no other intentions, wouldn't what I did be a desecration and disrespect to her good intentions? If my sister-in-law panicked and cried out, my brother and friends next door would surely hear the commotion and come over to ask what had happened. How would I face my brother and everyone then? I was filled with shame and embarrassment... Just as I was feeling uneasy, I heard my sister-in-law chuckle and say, "What's wrong? Why aren't you saying anything? Are you shy?"
Seeing that she didn't mean to blame me, I calmed down and explained, "I didn't mean anything by it. You're so good to me, sister-in-law, I just wanted to express my gratitude..."
My sister-in-law smiled sweetly and said, "Oh, is that all you mean? That's too simple."
"..." I pondered for a long time: How could I express something that wasn't simple? Me, me, me... Should I try again? I need to act on my thoughts, otherwise it's just wishful thinking. So I put my arm around my sister-in-law's neck and planted a deep kiss on her lips. This time, I felt her return the kiss with a hesitant, half-concealed gesture. I just felt her tongue slip into my mouth when she quickly pulled away, gesturing towards the outside... I was overjoyed: my sister-in-law had given her consent. However, the environment was unsuitable, the atmosphere was awkward, the noise was loud, and the air was tense—not conducive to anything. Now that I had already tested her limits, I knew what to do. I couldn't appear impatient like a grown man. As long as I was alive, there was always a chance... I would definitely win her over when the time was right!
I noticed some flour on my sister-in-law's face, the flour I'd just brushed off my hands. I pointed it out to her, and she wiped it off with her sleeve, asking, "Is there any more?" "
No, I'm going to check that room."
She asked, puzzled, "What are you going to do there? You're getting impatient staying here with me for a little while?"
I quickly explained, "No, I'm just going to take a look around to show I'm still thinking about mahjong! So my petty brother wo n't suspect anything."
"You're so clever!" she said, poking my forehead with her finger.
Maybe that's what happens when you feel guilty; wandering around is a way of explaining yourself. As I turned to leave, she called me back, pointing to my forehead again: "Flour..."
"Oh," I suddenly realized, and asked her to wipe the flour off my forehead. With my flour-covered hands, I walked into the mahjong room in the next bedroom, muttering to myself: "I'm really good at rolling dumpling wrappers, I've rolled a whole bunch, my sister-in-law won't be able to finish wrapping them all in a while..." Several people laughed: "Brother, you've worked hard, we'll toast you a couple more times when we eat later..." I smiled, noncommittal... It seemed I was getting distracted while playing mahjong, so I made an excuse: "I'm going to take a leak, then I'll continue wrapping dumplings for you guys!"
The others objected: "When you come out, wash your hands properly, put on some soap! Don't forget you have to eat too!" After saying that, everyone burst into laughter.
I took the opportunity to wash my hands and pee, deliberately making a loud smacking sound while lathering with soap. Then I ran in front of everyone, showing them my hand: "Smell it, see if I lathered with soap?"
Everyone laughed. My brother laughed and said, "Who cares? You're going to eat anyway! Go do your work, don't disturb our card game!"
"Yes! Mission accomplished!" I thought to myself: What mission did I accomplish? The mission of "taking good care of my sister-in-law"?
I happily returned to the kitchen, reached out and embraced my sister-in-law, cupped her cheeks, cupped her small face, parted her pink lips, and sent my drooling tongue into her mouth. My sister-in-law opened her arms (she had dough in her hands!) and responded to me, immediately sucking on my tongue, a frenzied kiss and sucking, until my tongue ached. I couldn't help but secretly sigh: What a sister-in-law, such strength in her mouth, I'm impressed!
I secretly fed her the saliva in my mouth, and I could hear her swallowing it with gulps. I felt so pleased! Thinking about how powerful she would be when she gave me oral sex in the future, I felt a surge of joy. My lower body involuntarily pitched a large tent. At this moment, I so wanted to tear off my sister-in-law's clothes and penetrate her body!
Actually, my going to the bedroom and then urinating was a carefully planned step, just a prelude to my current actions: watching the mahjong game with my hands covered in flour meant I was working, and my hands couldn't have been used for anything else. Then, urinating was a prelude to washing my hands—why wash my hands without relieving myself? Don't give anyone a handle to use against me! How can I be intimate with my sister-in-law without washing my hands? It's hard to explain getting covered in flour, isn't it? Only by washing the flour off my hands can I make my move on my sister-in-law.
Opportunity only favors the prepared mind. When opportunity presents itself, don't hesitate, bravely reach out and seize it… Just as we were passionately engaged, itching to do it but unable to, we suddenly heard the sound of chairs being moved and footsteps next door. Startled, we quickly separated. I hurriedly grabbed a rolling pin and pretended to roll out dumpling wrappers, while my sister-in-law also frantically picked up wrappers to continue making dumplings… “Splash splash splash splash… drip drip drip…” A sound of urination. Ah! It was just a false alarm. Who was going to pee at this hour?
I angrily shouted, “Who's peeing? Don't you know how to close the bathroom door? What are you trying to do? Peeing so loudly, are you trying to disturb my sister-in-law?”
"It was all because of your pee earlier that I couldn't hold it in anymore... Besides, isn't it normal for me to harass her, Tiger? I harass her during the day, but I harass her even more at night! We have licenses, you know..."
I recognized my brother's voice, and immediately put one arm around my sister-in-law's waist and reached out with the other to grab her breasts and rub them wildly. My sister-in-law's breasts weren't big; I could grab them in one hand. But I still pretended to be helpless and said to my brother, "Yes, yes, you have licenses, but you can't harass me! You're peeing over there, affecting my mood for work! And don't forget to wash your hands..." After saying that, I kissed my sister-in-law's lips... My sister-in-law was so frightened that she quickly pulled away from me, her face flushed, and beads of sweat appeared on the tip of her nose. She glared at me with her almond eyes, pointed at my nose, and gritted her teeth... My brother washed his hands and went back to his battle. I stuck out my tongue triumphantly. My sister-in-law scolded me in a low voice, "You have such a big thief's guts! You actually called my brother's head and touched his woman, and you even cried 'stop thief
'!" I chuckled and said triumphantly, "That's what I said to him! I was all hard just now, but look, he scared me and it went down again..." As I spoke, I pointed down with my eyes, and the tent really did collapse.
This was the first time in my life I'd ever tasted the thrill of infidelity, and it was with her husband while I was talking to and playing with his woman! The excitement, the thrill, the excitement... After a few quiet laughs, I checked my watch; it was almost noon, and I lost all interest in continuing the adventure. I quickly finished making the last few dumplings, washed my hands, and ran to the next room to boast with a double entendre: "I was working with my sister-in-law over there while you guys played cards. I'm exhausted, my back is aching from bending over so much... When are you guys done?"
My brother immediately praised me: "Soon, soon, we'll be done after this round. Tiger, you've worked hard, I thank you on behalf of all the brothers!"
I thought to myself: Don't praise me. If you hadn't gone to pee, I might have taken things further with your wife. It was your commotion that scared me off! Just for that scare, humph, I'll get my revenge on your sister-in-law sooner or later!
Next, I made some cold dishes and, inevitably, had a few drinks. Seeing that I had lost a lot and had done chores, they urged me to have a few more drinks. I was in a good mood because of my unexpected win, so I naturally agreed to have a few more, not forgetting to include my sister-in-law: "Sister-in-law, you've worked hard too, making dumplings and preparing cold dishes for you. I'll drink with you!
" "Okay, okay, let's toast sister-in-law too," several people echoed. I extended my arm to clink glasses with my sister-in-law, who smiled and raised her glass to drink with me, their ambiguous glances occasionally drifting past… After a few rounds of drinks and several dishes, everyone was drinking heartily, finishing three bottles of wine (four men and two women), then eating dumplings, and then playing mahjong. I had no reason to stay alone with my sister-in-law, and because of the surprise that morning, I was overjoyed, so I sat down to continue playing with the little money I had left. I thought to myself, "It's my sister-in-law's gift anyway, so even if I lose, it's over."
A miracle finally happened. Dizzy and fueled by the alcohol, and also by the lingering warmth of my first intimacy with another woman after marriage, I won more than I lost, finally turning the tables. This was a rare victory in my mahjong career. I was winning in love and didn't lose at the casino either—a double win, killing two birds with one stone!
I returned home, brimming with joy, to find my wife already naked and waiting for me in bed… Seeing my radiant face, she began to speak in a sweet, coquettish voice. In a good mood, I undressed and got into bed, imagining my sister-in-law's small mouth and soft tongue, my desire overflowing, and my penis was already erect. The morning had been unlucky; I'd been scared and held back. But since there hadn't been that shock from my brother, there was no way I could have taken any further action. Thinking about it, I hadn't even touched my sister-in-law's breasts. Now, seeing my gentle, tender wife, I had no choice but to release my pent-up desire.
After my wife helped me wash up, I eagerly embraced her and began thrusting wildly. My wife was puzzled: "Honey, what's wrong with you today? You're not usually this impatient!"
Yes, usually we have foreplay to please my wife, we always cuddle before making love. But today, wasn't I stimulated by my sister-in-law? But I said, "Seeing you naked in bed, isn't that incredibly wanton? If you're wanton, I have to satisfy you, right? Why don't we rest now?"
"No, honey, thank you, I was wrong..." she said, bending down to take my engorged penis into her mouth... (1582 words omitted here, to be detailed when I make love with my sister-in-law). Thinking about the sneaky scene with my sister-in-law this morning, I was still incredibly excited, so I made an exception and went for a second round with my wife. Afterwards, we were both drenched in sweat. My wife was touched: "Thank you, honey, today was so great, I love you so much... You haven't performed like this in a long time..." I replied casually: "Well, I won money, didn't I? I'm happy!"
But in my heart, I thought: "It was stimulated by my sister-in-law..." We didn't mention it again after we finished and went to sleep.
Having experienced this, I can't forget my sister-in-law. We'd never contacted each other privately before, and even when we did, there was never any flirtatious language. Now it's different. Whenever I have free time, I send her a message to chat, compliment her, and maybe even flirt a little… She'll ask me if she's good to me, and of course I'll praise her, saying I'm grateful and like her a lot—all sorts of sweet talk.
Once in a text, she asked me what I liked about her. I said I liked her kindness, her gentleness, her beauty, her sexiness… “Where am I sexy?”
she asked. I said, “You're tall, have fair skin, and full breasts…”
“Pah! I'm ignoring you! Don't talk to me anymore!”
I was completely confused: What's wrong, sister-in-law? Did I say something wrong?
No response… I kept texting, still no response… I racked my brains trying to figure out what I'd done to upset her, but I couldn't, so I gave up.
One day, after my brother was away for training for about ten days, I suddenly received a text message from her: "What are you doing?"
I was overjoyed and immediately replied: I was thinking of you!
She replied: Do you miss me? Why haven't you contacted me for so many days?
I said: You're the one ignoring me. I sent you several text messages, but you ignored me. Why should I bother?
There was another long silence, and she didn't reply to my message... Actually, I knew my brother was away because all the faxes and telegrams from his work unit regarding training or study required my approval. I guess my sister-in-law was lonely at home, which is why she thought to text me.
Texting was too slow, so I decided to call! I dialed my sister-in-law's number: "Sister-in-law, I've missed you so much these past few days. I feel like I said something to offend you and I'm sorry! Tonight, I'll come to your house to have drinks with my brother and take the opportunity to apologize to you..." I pretended not to know my brother wasn't home to avoid the awkwardness of being rejected if I went straight in.
My sister-in-law said: "Come if you want. I don't need you to apologize to me."
I quickly replied, "Okay, I'll come to your house after work tonight.
" My sister-in-law's noncommittal attitude gave me some confidence. I couldn't concentrate on work all afternoon, just thinking about how to act at her house without offending her while saving face.
Before I knew it, it was time to leave work. I lingered a bit longer, since she lived in our company's staff housing, and I was worried about running into acquaintances and having trouble explaining myself. Then I bought some cooked food on the street, called her again, and went to her house.
The door was left open for me. I pushed it open, locked it, and saw she had already laid out two stir-fried dishes. I feigned ignorance and asked, "I'm here, and you only made these two dishes? Where's my brother? Here, I was worried it wouldn't be enough, so I bought some groceries on the street." "
Who told you to buy groceries? Your brother's not home, two dishes are enough for the two of us."
Heh, she's quite considerate and caring, not wanting me to spend money. I felt a surge of excitement again… I put the groceries down, opened my arms, picked her up, and gave her a deep kiss. She pushed me away, saying, "Go wash your hands and eat!"
Fine, I'll see how I deal with you after dinner!
Celery and shredded pork, beef and potatoes—both had some meat, and were all home-style dishes. She also filled two more plates with the groceries I'd brought, making four dishes in total, not bad.
I pretended to be angry and complained, "Does that mean we can't have any wine without my brother?"
"Yes, wait for me to get it!" she said, going to the inner bedroom to get a half-full bottle of Luzhou Laojiao and a bottle of Langjiu. She asked me which one I wanted to drink, and I said I'd just have the half-bottle, and I'd save the whole one for your family.
I poured her a small glass, and we drank and talked, chatting about this and that, about this family and that family. She told me about so-and-so from her workplace who had an unusual relationship with so-and-so, and so-and-so and so-and-so who were lovers. I expressed my surprise and disbelief. She pursed her lips and said, "The whole company knows, how could you not know?"
I said I didn't like to pry into other people's privacy. As we drank, after about 100ml of liquor, my face got a little hot, my heart started racing, and my words became a little slurred: "Aren't they afraid their husbands will find out? Aren't all women the same? Why take that risk?" Haha, I can hardly believe that these words came out of my own mouth.
She wasn't a big drinker, but she'd already had a little over an ounce. Her eyes were blurry as she said to me, "Tiger (she stopped calling me 'brother'), do you really think you're so self-righteous? Don't you know your brother's away for training? Did you really come to my house just to drink with your brother? I won't say it outright, but you don't need to play dumb. Do you think you can hide your tricks from me?"
Ha, my sister-in-law finally saw through me. I was speechless, only able to chuckle dryly, "Come on, sister-in-law, let's finish with one more drink!"
We raised our glasses together and drank it all in one gulp. She brought me a steamed bun, but I had no appetite for it. I leaned forward, hugged her tightly, and kissed her lips, my tongue slipping into her mouth… but then I felt something in my mouth and quickly withdrew, "Shall we rinse our mouths?"
She seemed embarrassed, but couldn't resist arguing, "You're so impatient!"
I wanted her to wash her lower body too, but I was afraid she'd think I was being difficult and refuse me—wouldn't that backfire? After a quick rinse of my mouth, I picked her up and pressed her directly onto the bed where my brother and sister-in-law always cuddled naked. My penis was already throbbing, but I held back. The real show was yet to come; I couldn't rush things, or I'd lose more than I gained.
I kissed my sister-in-law's lips passionately, my right hand slipping inside her shirt. She reacted strongly, grabbing my hand to stop me, crying, "No...no..."
I was utterly bewildered: we'd already tacitly agreed on our date, why was she pretending to be so proper?
I asked her, puzzled, "What's wrong?"
She said, "If I don't let you touch my breasts, you'll laugh at me, look down on me!"
I was even more confused: "When did I laugh at you?"
"Last time you said mine...mine...full...you like full breasts, mine aren't full, not what you like..."
I persisted, pushing forcefully, breaking free from her hands, and slipping my hand inside her bra. A soft mound of flesh, perfectly cupped in my hand! Perfect, just the right size! Hmm…oh…I know, I remembered when we were flirting in the text message last time, I complimented her on her "full breasts." Now it seems her breasts aren't big, but they're definitely not small either! Oh, compared to women with large breasts, they are smaller, but the feel and type are definitely to my liking. She thought I was being sarcastic and mocking her…actually, I didn't mean that. I was just saying it casually. Besides, I haven't really touched them much. Just that one time in the kitchen, and she pulled away before I could even touch them. How could I know the size?
I corrected her, "I like breasts like yours. Big, round breasts are so ugly!"
She blushed and asked, "Really? Don't lie to me!"
"Why would I lie to you? I'd be a puppy if I lied to you!"
"You're a puppy, you're insulting me!"
"Okay, okay, I'm a puppy, I'm a puppy, okay? Let the puppy kiss your breasts? Let the puppy suck your breasts?"
After I said that, my sister-in-law stopped crying and started laughing (actually, she wasn't crying, forgive my inappropriate wording). I took the opportunity to unbutton her top and loosen her bra. What a beautiful, well-proportioned, delicate, white, and exquisite set of breasts! The nipples were slightly red, and the areolas weren't large. I grabbed her right breast with one hand and took her left nipple into my mouth, sucking and slurping. It was soft and fleshy, not hard or soft, and had a slight lingering scent of shower gel. It felt so comfortable.
Had she already bathed and changed to prepare for me? Without hesitation, I slipped my hand inside her panties. The sensitive area was smooth and soft, but I didn't feel any thick hair. I frowned slightly but didn't say anything, continuing to search downwards. Her slit was full of vaginal fluid, moistening my fingers... At this moment, she didn't resist or object at all, and just kept rubbing my hair... Without further ado, I stripped off all her clothes. My curiosity led me to look down under the light. "Huh! Why don't you have any pubic hair?" I blurted out involuntarily... She released her hands from my hair, covered her genitals with one hand and her face with the other, saying, "I'm ignoring you, I'm ignoring you, you're making fun of me again!"
I regretted my abrupt slip of the tongue again!
Actually, people often have the same feeling: the desire to be ordinary, to conform to the masses. For example, short women are afraid of being mentioned as short, women with thinning hair are afraid of being mentioned as bald, women who cannot have children are afraid of having their own children mentioned, women with flat breasts are afraid of being praised for having full breasts, and women with little pubic hair are naturally just like women with little hair—they all have taboos. Last time, I complimented her on her voluptuousness, and she ignored me for days. This time, she still hasn't learned her lesson and brought up her taboo again… I quickly changed my tune: “I like you like this, no pubic hair is good, easy to clean when you have your period. My wife has a lot of pubic hair, and when she has her period, it looks like a Russian man's red beard, so ugly… Come on, let me kiss what I like…”
“Hehehehe… You can make a toad talk like that, where did you learn that?” My sister-in-law's anger turned to laughter again, which reassured me…
Another crisis was averted, and I secretly congratulated myself on my cleverness… When I got close to her, another coincidence occurred—not only did my sister-in-law have very little pubic hair, but her vulva was also the type I liked: a fleshy slit was displayed before me, the labia majora closed into a slit, and at the opening, there was a small dimple, like the beautiful dimple on a pretty girl's face! My heart pounded wildly. The slit I remembered from playing with girls as a child appeared before me again, making my heart flutter.
Previously, both my first woman (a girlfriend, a relationship that didn't work out) and my current wife had small, squeezing patches of vulva outside the labia majora, repulsive like a rooster's comb! Perhaps it's due to childhood memories, but I've always thought a woman's vulva should be a smooth slit, not a wrinkled, ruddy rooster's comb.
I envied my friend's good fortune, having such a beautiful, hairless vulva. I was jealous of him; why did she have such a beautiful vulva? I was grateful to myself, to have encountered such a beautiful place in this life… (Later, after I became a "habitual thief," this type of beauty was everywhere; I lamented that I was a frog in a well back then.) I lovingly stroked my sister-in-law's smooth, hairless mons pubis (there were a few hairs, not many), parting her alluring labia; the labia minora, half-hidden, were like shy rose petals, red and delicate…
I leaned over the petals and (secretly) sniffed them. There was no floral scent, only the faint lingering fragrance of shower gel. It seemed my sister-in-law had really done thorough preparation beforehand; she was ready to welcome me... I confidently parted the petals with my tongue, and a warm, slightly sour vaginal fluid welled up inside. I didn't care anymore; along with the saliva constantly secreting from my mouth, I coughed and spat it into the trash can—I couldn't swallow that stuff! Then I licked from bottom to top all the way to her clitoris. My sister-in-law shuddered. I knew the clitoris was a woman's most sensitive spot, and her shudder was a signal. I diligently licked her clitoris, while her hands roamed over my hair, neck, and back, rubbing incessantly. Just as I was feeling smug about how my oral skills were making her unable to bear it, "Knock knock knock! Knock knock knock!..." The urgent knocking on the door interrupted our sweet lovemaking journey!
A cold sweat broke out on my spine, my blood rushed to my head, and I looked helplessly at my sister-in-law, not knowing what to do… My sister-in-law was also terrified by this sudden scene, her face pale. We stared at each other, completely at a loss… Just as she was about to speak, I hurriedly covered her mouth, pointed to my clothes, then to the child's bedroom next door, and then, regardless of who was knocking, I grabbed all my clothes, barefoot, carrying my soft-soled leather shoes, and ran to her child's bedroom (the child wasn't home, staying at his grandfather's house)…
I didn't know what to do. I locked the bedroom door and quietly fumbled to put on my clothes, one by one, while my brain raced, thinking and wondering:
Who on earth is this? Why did they have to come at the most crucial moment?
My brother's training trip is only for more than 10 days, it's still early, it can't be him! Absolutely impossible! Who else could it be but him?
Did the child come back for the weekend? But why at night? Did his grandparents come with him? Hmm, his grandmother has trouble walking, she wouldn't come now. At most, his grandfather would bring him back, and then his grandfather wouldn't stay overnight at his daughter-in-law's house. If the child is alone, that's easy. With my sister-in-law's cleverness, she can pretend to be affectionate, pulling and dragging the child to her bedroom, saying that his father isn't home and they can stay together. That way, I can leave peacefully… Hmm? My husband isn't home, does my sister-in-law have…
another boyfriend? If so, humph! I won't leave, let's see what you're up to! Let's see what you can do! I'll wait until you're in the bedroom… until you're in your most blissful moments, then I'll "knock knock knock knock knock knock," louder and more urgent than before, and I'll knock directly on your bedroom door, and then slip away… But… but… but… what if it's my brother coming back? Why is he coming back at this time? Why did he arrive like a celestial being without even a phone call...?
Hmm, he must need to use the restroom after his bumpy ride. I have to make a quick escape while he's urinating. My sister-in-law definitely won't lock the door immediately; she'll leave me an escape route... After all, we're in the same boat right now! If I don't leave safely, it won't just be bad for me, it will also affect her... "Knock knock knock... knock knock knock..." Another heart-wrenching knocking sound pounded into my chest! This annoying knocking interrupted my train of thought, and I mentally prepared myself for anything to happen... Then I heard my sister-in-law's trembling voice ask, "Who...who is it..."
"Me...what are you doing? I've been knocking for ages, and you haven't answered..." came the woman's voice.
"Oh... um... I fell asleep..."
"The dirty laundry has been piling up for a week, and unfortunately the washing machine is broken. Bring your big basin over so I can use it..."
I recognized the voice—it was my colleague from work, my sister-in-law's neighbor, Xiping's voice... I breathed a slight sigh of relief.
My sister-in-law suddenly perked up and became more confident, her voice deepening: "Aren't you annoying! It's the middle of the night, and you're not letting people rest!" She then shuffled out in her slippers...
"Hey! Why did you prepare so much food? Who came to your house?"
Sigh! I was so focused on getting intimate with my sister-in-law that I hadn't even thought about clearing the table! Let's see how she handles this. I pressed my ear against the door, listening quietly, with a hint of schadenfreude.
"My relative came to see him (my husband) on some business. We can't just leave them without a meal, can we? They'll leave after they eat." My sister-in-law answered fluently without hesitation. I really admired her quick thinking. "Here, go wash up, I'm so sleepy..." My sister-in-law must have found the big basin and handed it to Xiping. This was a dismissal!
Xiping persisted, "Could it be some man who came to meet you while your husband wasn't home?"
"You...you slut, you're so promiscuous, and you're throwing dirty water on others! Be careful your tongue rots!" My sister-in-law cursed angrily.
"I heard you talking. Come out and let me see which handsome guy it is?"
I was stunned when I heard this. My legs felt like they were about to give way, and I was trembling as I leaned against the wall, not knowing what to do.
My sister-in-law spoke up: "Go on, you slut, go check my bedroom! The door's open and the light's on..."
Xiping chuckled and said, "I don't care who you're with, I'm going home to do laundry..."
"You slut, you never say anything nice..." *Slam* The door slammed shut, then locked... Then my bedroom door clicked open: "Come out."
Steam rose from my head as I quietly opened the door. My sister-in-law, wearing a bathrobe, looked at me with a sorrowful and helpless expression. We embraced and fell back onto my brother and sister-in-law's bed. My sister-in-law pressed down on me, frantically swallowing my tongue, as if trying to suck it out... Our tongues intertwined, exchanging saliva, greedily sucking. My sister-in-law's slender hands moved to my lower body, touching my manhood, and then randomly unbuckled my belt and pulled down my pants.
I said to her: "Why are you so rude? Like a shrew!"
She laughed and said, "You can't be polite to people like that, they're just being mean."
I asked my sister-in-law, "Do you think she really knew I was at your house?"
"She knows nothing! She's just bluffing, always being irresponsible. I have to scold her like this, since she ruined our good time!"
"Yeah, right! Scold her hard! She scared me to death..."
My sister-in-law grabbed my penis, but after that thrilling scene, the passion was gone. My penis, which was hard and thick before I knocked on the door, was now incredibly short and soft, barely 3 centimeters long (others say it's 15, 16, or even 18 centimeters long, I'm ashamed of myself), and it drooped listlessly... My sister-in-law looked at me with a smile, while pinching my soft penis and shaking it back and forth, as if she were playing with a new toy. I was a little disgusted and frowned. She noticed my displeasure, lowered her head, and took my small penis into her mouth, swallowing it whole, moving it back and forth with such focus. It was a small comfort to me, changing my frustrated and depressed mood.
My penis seemed to respond; my sister-in-law's mouth was like fertile soil, and my penis was like a seed sown in that soil, slowly taking root, sprouting, growing strong, and developing until it was so big that my sister-in-law could only hold half of it. Her mouth was so soft, her tongue occasionally licking my glans, a little itchy, but mostly I felt moved. Because I had worked all day, I hadn't had time to wash my penis, and you can imagine the smell of my glans after being covered by the foreskin all day…
I unbuttoned my sister-in-law's robe. Her small breasts were slightly sagging. I grasped each breast in my hands and kneaded them incessantly, like kneading dough. Her nipples, barely larger than soybeans, stood erect with excitement. Only then did I remember my duty, the duty of a man. I took off my shirt, pulled my sister-in-law into my arms, my chest rubbing tightly against her breasts, kissing her cheeks and neck (I had just kissed my pent-up penis all day, and I didn't want to kiss her). My sister-in-law hugged me tightly, as if afraid I would run away, occasionally kissing my ear—a ticklish, tingling sensation. Occasionally, she would try to kiss me, but I would dodge her. Then I would take her pink nipple into my mouth, and with a little force, most of her breast would be inside. My sister-in-law would moan softly as I kissed her… I looked at her and asked, “Does it hurt?”
“Oh…no…”
“Then it feels good?”
“Mmm…” My sister-in-law would hum and press my head down. I understood what she meant; I knew she was enjoying it. I kissed her a few more times, moving downwards until I reached her triangle area. Although it was sparse and smooth, I wasn't really comfortable with it and didn't want to kiss it.
I don't like thick pubic hair. Thick pubic hair is often straight, stiff, and shiny black, sometimes even like a brush, giving off an old-fashioned and immature vibe. But I really like the kind of hair that is well-distributed, evenly spaced, fine, black with a yellowish tinge, and soft and fluffy…it looks so inviting to kiss.
Seeing my sister-in-law's few sparse, curly pubic hairs lying shyly on her mons pubis, I twirled them with my fingers and laughed, "These few hairs of yours must be very precious, even if each one sold for $100, you wouldn't become rich!"
My sister-in-law shyly covered her private parts and said in a coquettish voice, "You're making fun of me again, I'm not playing with you anymore..."
I pried open her small hands, spread her thick vulva, parted her thin petals, revealing a red, fleshy opening, clear and glistening with vaginal fluid, but I couldn't see the clitoris (at that time I was inexperienced, but I had indeed seen clitoris, and now I've concluded that they fall into two categories: one is like my sister-in-law's, and the other is a large clitoris blocking the vaginal opening).
I was puzzled again: how come so many of my sister-in-law's features were different? Her breasts were small and delicate, small but not flat, rather quite full. There were only a few pubic hairs, and the opening was very simple, just a slit, with even the labia minora hidden inside, seemingly undeveloped. Her vulva was neither large nor did it have that fleshy lump inside (what's the professional name? I don't know). Overall, it was very clean, smooth, and neat, without any unnecessary blemishes.
I stuck out my tongue, brought it to the opening, and pushed it in forcefully. The inside was slippery and slightly sticky. I licked upwards along the opening, and her clitoris was slightly raised. I licked back and forth, each lick sending a shiver down my sister-in-law's spine. She twisted her body, seemingly deliberately avoiding my tongue, not very happy about me stimulating her clitoris. The more she did this, the more it fueled my curiosity. I grabbed her hands to avoid her interference and continued licking her sensitive clitoris. She kept her legs tightly closed, refusing to cooperate… I was overwhelmed and had no choice but to release her and spread her legs. Sticky vaginal fluid had already flowed down her buttocks… I could no longer control my possessiveness; I wanted to enter my sister-in-law's body! Looking down at my engorged penis, the glans was shiny and beautiful, like a girl's face after a beauty treatment. With one hand, I spread her vulva, and with the other, I thrust my hips forward, penetrating her completely.
My sister-in-law let out a muffled groan, then tightly embraced my waist. Her flesh was incredibly soft, her soft vulva like a hungry baby suckling at its mother's nipple, moist, warm, and with a firm grip.
Each time I entered, it felt like plunging into a sand dune, strongly pushed back by the surrounding sand; each time I withdrew, it felt like sinking into a terrible swamp, unable to extricate myself.
Each time, it penetrated very, very deep, the depths of her fleshy hole soft and inviting. I envied my brother's lifelong sexual bliss, I was jealous that he could so openly and naturally possess such a beautiful hole. I imagined how much tighter it would be if my brother's large glans were inside my sister-in-law's fleshy hole. I imagined the hole my brother had penetrated, and how wonderful it would be for me to enjoy it today… Thinking about this, I unconsciously tightened my embrace around my sister-in-law and secretly exerted force. My sister-in-law's eyes were glazed, and she was moaning softly beneath me. My whole body went numb, and I thought, "Oh no: I can't resist the urge to ejaculate!"
I paused, but still couldn't! In order not to ejaculate too soon, in order to have more time to enjoy my sister-in-law's soft and comfortable flesh, and in order to prove my ability to my sister-in-law, I really didn't want to surrender like this… I had no choice but to pull out.
My sister-in-law immediately opened her eyes and asked me in confusion, "What's wrong, sweetie?" I thought to myself, why did I change my address to "sweetie"? It felt a little strange, yet also a little intimate.
But I had no time to worry about being obedient; I was overwhelmed by the urge to ejaculate. I stammered, "I...I...I can't take it anymore, I want to cum!"
Before she could say anything more, I felt my penis throbbing wildly. I couldn't just ejaculate outside her body; this was my love fluid, my essence. I had to ejaculate inside her! (I believe every man has this thought! Some who choose withdrawal have other reasons, such as fear of pregnancy, but normally, which man likes to ejaculate outside? Raise your hand if you like withdrawal!) In a panic, I hastily thrust into her. The moment I entered, my penis throbbed, and I couldn't hold back any longer. Several streams of thick semen shot deep into her vagina.
She clung tightly to my buttocks, her vagina contracting greedily, sucking at my still-erect penis. With each contraction, my glans and coronal sulcus were intensely stimulated, the sensation traveling through my central nervous system to my brain and throughout my body!
To demonstrate my bravery and tenacity, even though I was out of ammunition, I continued thrusting rapidly. But ultimately, I couldn't last long, and my penis drooped as I gave up… I hurriedly asked my sister-in-law for toilet paper. She took a roll from under her pillow, tore off a piece, and gave it to me, without wiping herself. After I cleaned my unworthy penis, I was about to clean her up when I noticed that not a single drop of lubrication had flowed
from her vulva! Another miracle! My most vivid memory of my first sexual experience, with my first girlfriend, was that when I withdrew my penis after ejaculation, my semen flowed out along with it, wetting a small patch of my sheets… But this time with my sister-in-law, there wasn't a single drop of semen!
Thrusting after ejaculation is purely a man's vanity, a sign of insecurity. I'm insecure too; at least this time with my sister-in-law, the time felt far too short, so short that it made me feel inferior. I was trying to read my sister-in-law's expression. If she showed any dissatisfaction, or said something like, "Why were you so fast?" that would be a devastating blow!
My sister-in-law smiled and praised me, "Tiger Brother (switching back to her usual address): You're amazing, you made me feel so good..."
I was skeptical, continuing to assess the truth of her words: "Sister-in-law: You're not...you're not making fun of me, are you? I feel like you won't be satisfied..."
"Really, it felt great, you went in so deep, it hurt..."
I felt a little guilty and said apologetically, "Really? I'm sorry, I used too much force..."
"..." My sister-in-law shook her head, not responding.
I leaned against her, fondling her small breasts as I chatted, "Does your brother like kissing you here (breasts)?" My sister-in-law shook her head again. I said, "Doesn't he like it?" "Maybe..." I was incredulous, then thought again, maybe! Aren't all men like this? We don't cherish what we have, but what we can't get is the most precious. Doesn't this prove the saying at the beginning, "A wife is not as good as a concubine, and a concubine is not as good as a stolen one"?
After resting for a while, I checked my watch; it was only a little past 8. I was reluctant to head home now, so I decided to keep playing. One more round, to let my sister-in-law experience the power of Tiger. So I began a new round of attacks: kissing her breasts and neck, but not her lips. Although she tried to kiss me, I wasn't interested in kissing after ejaculating. My left hand reached inside her, fiddling with her vulva, gently stroking her clitoris. Since her clitoris wasn't noticeably erect, I probed and thrust inside her vagina. Thin streams of vaginal fluid and semen flowed from my fingers down her buttocks. Only then did she realize what was happening, hurriedly grabbing some paper to put under her buttocks.
I deliberately said, "Sister-in-law, you're so wet!" "Hmph, is it all mine? You shot so much, where did it all go?"
"Mmm, some of it is mine, it's both of ours. Did my brother have as much as me?" "
I don't know!" My sister-in-law seemed a little angry. "Can we not talk about him?"
"Okay, okay... I won't talk about him..." I couldn't let this ruin my chance to show off my strength again. "Let's play, give me a kiss, okay?" I stuck out my belly, indicating that she should give me oral sex, but she didn't agree: "Be good, you just came out from there, it's not hygienic."
After she said that, I couldn't force her anymore, but I wouldn't give her oral sex anymore either. I just kept poking her vulva with my fingers, dipping some of the water inside and rubbing her clitoris. After a while, she twisted her waist and reacted. I seized the opportunity to suckle her nipples, savoring her flesh. She held me tightly, her right leg hooking around my waist, and with a flip, we were on top of each other, her body pinning me down. She grabbed my penis… sorry, I'm still in my refractory period, not fully aroused yet. She started stroking my penis, touching my testicles, and my penis gradually began to react… “Ring ring… Ring ring…” The urgent ringing of the phone broke the atmosphere of our flirtation. She peeked at the number and made a gesture to me: “Shh…” pointing to the pillow next to her, I knew it was my brother calling. I leaned closer to listen to the voice on the other end, and it really was my brother. I was so excited—hearing my brother's voice, naked and holding my brother's woman, what could be more exciting than this? But tonight was different from the time I flirted with my sister-in-law in the kitchen. Tonight, I had to hold my breath and remain silent. I couldn't let my brother hear a single sound from me!
The voice on the other end of the phone wasn't very clear, but I heard my sister-in-law say, "Hello... um... I've eaten... How did you eat... Oh, is the training intense... I didn't do anything, I was asleep, and you woke me up again. Honestly, why are you calling now? (in a sweet, coquettish voice) You're just ruining my sweet dreams..."
I heard my brother's concerned words on the other end, and then I heard my sister-in-law say that she was ruining her sweet dreams, which seemed to be a double entendre. Suddenly, I got aroused, and my penis became much harder than before. I straightened my sister-in-law, who was lying on her side, and spread her legs. My sister-in-law waved her hands and refused, but I didn't care. I held my hard penis and thrust it in!
"Oh...oh..." As I penetrated her, my sister-in-law involuntarily let out a moan, then quickly changed her tune: "Hmm? I didn't do anything, I'm just sleepy, I ate too much, I wanted to burp but couldn't...it's so uncomfortable...I'm not going to talk to you anymore, your training there must be tough, get some rest...Hey, hey, hey! Don't hang up, I still have something to say...I'm telling you, you're not allowed to have any funny ideas outside, you're not allowed to have any other thoughts, you're not allowed to flirt with other women! I'll check on you when you get back!" Hearing her say that only aroused my lust even more. I lifted one of her legs and thrust into my sister-in-law's clitoris again and again. She waved her hand at me, not letting me move, but how could I resist this exciting moment!
At this moment, my sister-in-law suddenly changed the subject: "I miss you... oh... oh... oh... I miss you... oh, oh (I don't know if it was because I was thrusting so comfortably or if she was deliberately flirting with her husband) husband... I miss you... *kiss*... go to sleep, if you keep talking, I can't take it anymore, oh... oh... you're making me itchy, I'm not talking to you anymore... I'm hanging up... um, bye, goodnight..."
As soon as she hung up the phone, my engorged penis began to thrust wildly!
I thought to myself, my sister-in-law is something else, I'm impressed! She's got another man's penis inside her, and she's warning her husband not to cheat! And she's saying she misses him, she can lie without batting an eye!
I asked her, "You were moaning just now, were you enjoying it?"
"Yes, it was because you were getting me so excited that I couldn't help but moan. You're really naughty, you weren't even behaving yourself while your brother was on the phone with me. Be careful he finds out and cuts off your dick!" My sister-in-law tapped my forehead.
I slowed my thrusting and said to her, "I'm not afraid. If he finds out, he'll cut off your vulva first, then he'll cut off my dick." Our conversation lost its usual restraint and began to become unrestrained. I then asked her, "What were you moaning about just now? Aren't you afraid your husband will suspect you?"
"Hmph! He wouldn't dare suspect me! Didn't he hear my warning? If I don't let him philander, would I be looking for other women? He probably thought I was whining about him and couldn't stand it..."
I clicked my tongue a few times and couldn't help but curse her, "You slut, you're really something! Calm and collected under pressure, completely oblivious to everyone around you, you've truly reached the pinnacle, a masterful level..." Thinking for a moment, I wanted to ask her again, "When you were on the phone, I was doing you, how did you feel?"
"It felt great!"
"How so? Tell me, sister-in-law."
"Hmm, put your heart into it, I'll tell you…it felt…it felt…hmm, it was like being fucked by you in front of him, so exciting, my heart was about to jump out of my chest, a feeling I've never experienced before! It was really exciting…I can't describe the feeling, it was just exciting!"
"You want me to fuck you in front of him?"
"Hmm, I want to, but I don't dare! Do you dare? He'd definitely kill you!"
"I don't dare either... Then let me do it to you for my brother now! Let's see if I'm better than my brother!" As I said this, I lifted my sister-in-law's legs up, like digging a well, and began thrusting and pounding into her body. My hot, swollen scrotum slapped against her buttocks in rhythm... In no time, I was panting heavily and drenched in sweat. I said to my sister-in-law, "Let's switch. I'm tired, let me rest for a bit. You come up here."
My sister-in-law readily agreed, "Okay, let Tiger rest for a bit..." As she spoke, she rolled over and sat on my hips, a slippery liquid flowing down my abdomen... My sister-in-law's vagina finally couldn't hold the stuff I ejaculated inside her the first time, it slipped all over my stomach, and I vomited all over myself. I didn't like this feeling, so I turned to the side to get some paper. After I carefully wiped myself clean, my hard penis went limp again... It seems that sex has to be done in one go, if you lose focus even a little, you have to start all over again... I leaned against the headboard and looked at her helplessly: "It's all your fault, you didn't come out earlier, but now you can't hold it in, what a spoilsport!"
She got up and left the bed. I was puzzled, and then I heard a "splashing" sound from over there—it turned out that slut went to pee... When she came back, she had a wet towel in her hand and helped me wipe my penis. It was warm, it had been soaked in hot water... Hmm, that's thoughtful. Then she knelt down between my legs and took my penis in her mouth, stretching it out quite a bit before swallowing it, all the while rubbing my testicles—it felt amazing.
As soon as my penis became erect, my sister-in-law eagerly sat on it, stroking it up and down, her breasts swaying slightly. My pubic hair was covered in what I couldn't tell was her secretions or my remaining semen; our genitals were wet and sticky. She continued until she was panting, then plopped down on my lap, still swaying her hips clockwise and counter-clockwise, making my penis sway inside her vagina, causing a slight ache at the base…
I said, "Let me do it." I helped her down, moved behind her, spread her white but not very plump buttocks, revealing her glossy vulva, which was fully moistened with fluid and had a little white foam on it. It was a little uncomfortable, but I couldn't be distracted anymore. I held my penis and inserted it into my sister-in-law's vulva... Then I held my sister-in-law's hips with both hands, and my lower abdomen slapped against her buttocks. My scrotum was also drooping long and long due to the local body temperature rise, swaying back and forth and left and right irregularly like a bell... The
white fluid from my penis covered her pubic hair, but I didn't care about that. I put one foot on the bed next to my sister-in-law, knelt on one knee behind her, and hugged her abdomen tightly with both hands, pulling her back hard, trying to insert my penis as deeply as possible before I felt satisfied. My sister-in-law lay there, using her elbows as leverage, her buttocks thrusting in rhythm with my movements. Hearing her soft moans, I couldn't contain my excitement. I muttered, "Fuck, fuck xx's (her husband's name, I didn't want to call him brother at this point) wife, fuck xx's woman! I'll kill you, I'll kill you!" "Mmm, go ahead, go all out, go harder!"
This position was making my legs a little tired, and my stamina was waning. The urge to ejaculate hadn't arrived yet, and I didn't want to linger. I pulled her off the bed, her buttocks raised, and began a rapid series of thrusts. My only goal was to ejaculate as quickly as possible, to finish the battle as quickly as possible, and to rest as quickly as possible… I was panting heavily, the sounds of our bodies slapping against each other incessant. My sister-in-law also let out excited cries. I was completely focused, thinking about my friend's wife—not my sister-in-law, but the wife beneath my friend! I was satisfying my friend's wife!
*Plop plop plop…* My penis trembled inside my buddy's wife's vulva. My brain went blank for a moment, and amidst my buddy's wife's screams, I finally ejaculated. My vaginal fluids watered my brother's flower a second time. I felt relieved, but also a little exhausted. I lay on my sister-in-law's back, pressing her down on the bed, panting heavily for a long time… My legs were weak, and I felt utterly powerless. After resting for a while, cleaning up the battlefield, and cuddling tenderly for a bit, I looked up at my watch; it was almost 10 o'clock. My God, we had been at it for over an hour, no wonder I was so exhausted… I kissed my sister-in-law's cheek and said, "Shall I leave?"
"Don't leave, stay here…"
I said firmly, "No, it's not that I can't stay here, but I won't be able to go downstairs tomorrow morning! I won't be able to explain if I run into someone I know!"
And so, I waved goodbye to my sister-in-law. I won't go into details about how I dealt with my wife's questioning and demands when I got home.
This was my first affair after marriage, so I was confused: did I steal a woman, or did she steal me?
We contacted each other frequently afterward, and whenever we had a spare moment, we'd create opportunities to have sex. Once, my buddy was playing cards at work, and while I went to his house to "serve" his wife, I also enjoyed the nearly bare vulva of a married woman. We did it two or three times at her house, once at my house, many times in her break room at work, and a few times in the car, and then it all ended without a trace.
In summary: I didn't have any particular feelings for her. My relationship with her was my first affair, my first time cheating. I enjoyed the thrill of the affair, and I loved her hairless vulva—rarity makes things precious, and she was the first and only woman I've ever seen with such sparse hair! As for vulvas that are like a slit (vavasae without exposed labia minora), I've seen many—like Mr. Huang, Fei Fei, "Teacher," and so on—but comparatively, the type with exposed labia minora is the most common, accounting for about 70% of the total! Therefore, I dislike the latter type and greatly prefer the former.
In the end, I even grew to loathe my sister-in-law, the one who opened the door to my affair. I was drawn to her because she was too greedy—not for money, but for interfering with my body and my will, treating me like her private property. This was absolutely unacceptable to me! Perhaps because out with the old, in with the new, I gradually faded from my affair with her.

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