The Rich Family (Volumes 1-6)

Tonight, my father-in-law's family is having a family dinner, and my wife and I went back. Sitting at the long dining table, I looked around. Besides my father-in-law and his wife, there were my brother-in-law and his wife, my sister-in-law, my wife's aunt, and my cousin. Every woman present was beautiful, smiling, and occasionally our eyes met—a gentle reproach, a charming chuckle, a proud expression, a shy blush… It seemed that every woman present had an inextricably intertwined relationship with me. For a moment, I felt a surge of pride, then secretly glanced at my father-in-law, who was still exchanging pleasantries with everyone, and thought to myself: Perhaps I am the true head of this wealthy family.
1. My cousin
My cousin Michelle is actually the daughter of my mother-in-law's sister. Although my wife and I have been married for over a year, I have never met her because she was studying in England at the time and had a busy schedule, so she did not come back to attend our wedding banquet.
To be honest, the first time I heard about her was that night. My wife was lazily holding my waist, gently cleaning my penis with her lips, and saying indistinctly, "Honey, I have good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear first?"
I stroked my wife's hair, rubbed my knee against her smooth, soft breasts, and said with a smile, "Then let's hear the bad one first."
"The bad news is, I've found you a secretary, my cousin Michelle. She just returned from studying in the UK, and her major is very relevant to your company's business." My wife winked mischievously.
I frowned: Could this girl be hiring an informant to monitor me? Secretary Xu and I had a fling, and I was quite troubled in finding a replacement for her during her maternity leave. Now that's all gone. It seems I'll have to sit up straight and be proper in the office when facing those female subordinates I've had casual relationships with.
I never considered refusing my wife, because our marriage isn't just about our feelings for each other; it's an alliance between two wealthy and powerful families. A single move could have far-reaching consequences, and I couldn't possibly let such a small matter cause us to quarrel. Besides, refusing wouldn't mean admitting I had something to hide.
So I quickly smiled and said, "Okay, my wife has good taste. What's the good news? Tell me quickly."
“The good news is,” his wife said, touching her lower abdomen, “the Su family is going to have an heir.”
I was overjoyed when I heard this: "Really? Is it a boy or a girl?" As I spoke, I reached out and touched her lower abdomen.
My wife scolded, "It's only been two months, how could you know so quickly?"
When my wife showed up at my office with Michelle the next day, most of my initial resentment dissipated. Thank goodness she's a beautiful woman!
Actually, Michelle and my wife are somewhat similar. They are both natural beauties. Their faces are so beautiful they look like paintings, and their figures are curvaceous and exquisite, slender yet voluptuous, without any trace of being skinny.
Having said that, it might be related to my years studying in the US, where I was used to seeing voluptuous beauties. I really dislike skinny women; they just don't feel right to the touch, hard and unpleasant to poke. I recently had a one-night stand with a skinny model, and it wasn't a great experience. A woman's beauty lies in her softness and suppleness.
However, upon closer inspection, it's noticeable that while Michelle is undoubtedly a stunning beauty, standing next to my wife, she always seems to fall a little short. I can't quite put my finger on why. Perhaps my wife is so confident in this that she dares to place such a beautiful woman next to me.
With my wife present, I was very polite to Michelle, chatted casually for a bit, and then had an employee from the HR department process her onboarding. As the president of this multinational company's East China region, this level of authority was more than sufficient for me.
So Michelle came to work the next day. I had Assistant Chen teach her some company rules and culture, and also hand over some of the work that Secretary Xu used to do. Watching Michelle walk past my office door every day in different Chanel business suits, I couldn't help but sigh: "Sigh, I know your company definitely doesn't take Chanel seriously, but can't you be a little more discreet?" My female vice president only has two Chanel suits, and she only wears them on important occasions.
That day, Michelle brought in a document for me to sign, and greeted me with a smile, "Brother-in-law."
I quickly said, "Stop! Just call me Sam at the company. I don't want to be accused of abusing nepotism."
Michelle covered her mouth and chuckled, "OK." Her tone was more playful than submissive.
I looked up at her and saw two blushes on her stunning face, and I was momentarily stunned. Yes, she was only 21, a full seven years younger than me, but that didn't mean she was naive. On the contrary, her experience studying in England had given her a very capable and cheerful demeanor. And her curvaceous figure, accentuated by Chanel, was no less impressive than my wife's. Those long legs, rounded buttocks, slender waist, and those firm, shapely breasts—good heavens, if she wasn't wearing a magic bra, she'd be a C-cup, even a little bigger than my wife! For an Eastern woman, that's quite impressive.
As if sensing my undisguised, fiery gaze, Michelle's eyes flashed with a hint of mockery. She smiled and walked away. Watching her alluring figure disappear from view, especially her round, pert buttocks, I realized my groin was rock hard. My god, wife, did you plant her here to spy on me? Or to test me? This game is getting more and more interesting.
As the regional headquarters for East China, our company occupies the top floor of this building. My office is located in a separate unit. There are two seats outside my office, which are occupied by Michelle and Assistant Chen respectively. Because the wall behind me is a load-bearing wall, this unit is not connected to other areas. So, Michelle, Assistant Chen, and I work in a relatively independent space.
This was incredibly convenient and comfortable for me. I used to take advantage of this location to have affairs with Secretary Xu and several other pretty girls in the company. But now that pleasure is completely gone, because Michelle sits to the left of my office door. Anyone who wants to come in will inevitably have to face her, and I absolutely dare not make a move. Close the door? That would be like protesting too much.
Of course, every loss has its gain. There's a water dispenser against the wall directly opposite my office door. Originally, it should have been in a corner, but Secretary Xu, who understands me well, suggested moving it to its current location so that when the two female employees in the president's office (actually, the other assistant, Chen, is also quite attractive, but she's aloof and I never dare to flirt with her) go to get water, I can admire their beautiful waists and hips—a bit of stress relief.
Of course, to avoid the water dispenser looking too out of place, Secretary Xu cleverly placed two potted evergreen plants on either side as decoration. What a competent subordinate!
I was reminiscing about Secretary Xu with a smile when I noticed a slender figure walking towards the water dispenser. It was my new secretary, Michelle, coming out to pour water.
Seeing this, I quickly put down the documents in my hand and stared intently as Michelle's two slender, shapely legs, encased in black stockings, stepped out with a posture ten times more elegant than that of a runway model (don't doubt the poise of a scion of a wealthy family!). Her beautiful buttocks swayed gently with each step. Three steps, two steps, one step, then she stopped and gently bent down to get water from a cup. This special posture made her already round and perky buttocks appear even more breathtaking, revealing two perfect hemispheres.
How beautiful! I swallowed hard, and seeing that Michelle had already filled her water bottle, I quickly and discreetly lowered my head, pretending to look at some documents. As Michelle walked back, I could clearly feel the look in her eyes.
Of course, all she could possibly notice was her handsome, refined male boss and cousin-in-law, engrossed in his work. What a joke! Over a decade of experience has honed my skills to skillfully spy on women without being noticed, lest I ruin my upright image. My other side is only visible to women who are naked before me.
Not that I'm arrogant, but I'm not short of female admirers. I'm handsome, tall, polite, witty, and come from a wealthy family. I hold a high position in a multinational corporation. Tell me, how easy is it to find a rich and handsome man like me?
Although I'm no longer single, many beautiful women still throw themselves at me, even if it's just for a one-night stand. However, since getting married, I've toned it down considerably. After all, my wife's family is influential, and I can't afford to have any scandalous affairs; that would be a terrible thing.
Of course, this doesn't stop me from having a few secret lovers at the company. Firstly, I know they are not immature women, and secondly, work is tedious after all, and a little bit of romance can help improve work efficiency and even add some fun to life.
However, although I am not afraid of flirting, I had no improper thoughts about Michelle, this juicy yet thorny rose, at the time. I only regarded her as an object of my occasional daydreaming.
After getting to know Michelle, I learned that her father was the director of a key department. I suppose my mother-in-law's sister's marriage to him was a result of the collusion between government and business. After Michelle returned from studying abroad, her father intended for her to focus on being a virtuous lady, waiting to get married and become a wealthy housewife.
“Actually, I’m already engaged,” Michelle said with a faint smile, shaking the platinum ring on her left middle finger.
Today, a proposal didn't finish until after 8 pm. To apologize, I treated Michael to dinner. It was our first time eating together, and we unexpectedly hit it off very well because of our similar family backgrounds and study abroad experiences. So we went to a quiet bar and sat on the terrace overlooking the river. She ordered a cocktail, and I ordered a double whiskey. We chatted casually.
However, her question surprised me a bit: "Really?" I shook my head and laughed, "That guy is really lucky."
“Oh?” Michelle tilted her head and smiled. “Should I also remark that Sabrina is truly lucky?”
Sabrina is my wife.
I took a sip of my drink and said casually, "I'm lucky. Look, I have a beautiful wife and a beautiful secretary."
Michelle leaned back in her chair, glancing at me with her beautiful eyes. Unlike most girls, she didn't feign shyness; a faint smile remained on her face. She was a poised and confident girl, which was one of the things I admired about her.
Seeing that Michelle didn't respond, I, emboldened by the alcohol, admired her exquisitely beautiful face. Her makeup was very light, which showed that she had a good natural complexion. It was Friday, Christmas Day, so she wasn't wearing Chanel, but rather Levi's jeans with a plain white shirt, the top two buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of her fair skin, making her look both chic and sexy. Coincidentally, I was also wearing Levi's jeans with a plaid shirt today, making us look like we were wearing matching outfits, haha.
“Let’s go.” Michelle downed her cocktail in one gulp and stood up. The mention of marriage seemed to have extinguished her initial enthusiasm. I didn’t say anything, silently finished my drink, and followed her out of the bar.
That makes sense. So-called scions of wealthy families often have little freedom in marriage, sometimes even more shameless than arranged marriages, with everything yielding to self-interest. When I returned from the US as my company's representative in China, my family arranged a marriage between me and Sabrina. I didn't object because my family's permission for me not to work in the family business was already a concession.
Besides, I'm lucky to have married the stunningly beautiful Sabrina. Compared to some of my cousins, I've already drawn the best possible match. So, my marriage to Sabrina is truly an arranged one; our love only began after the wedding, and we're still in the sweet, passionate stage of our romance.
As I pondered these questions, I admired Michelle's perfect leg and hip lines. Skinny jeans accentuate the figure best, and now I realized how naturally perfect Michelle's legs were. I could imagine that if her legs were together, there wouldn't be a single gap between them. As for her beautiful buttocks... my reaction in my crotch said it all. I even wanted to bury my face between those two buttocks, feeling their softness and elasticity, even if she were to slap me.
Driven by burning desire, I took Michelle home and then went back to my apartment. Ignoring Sabrina's long phone conversation with her best friend, I silently ripped off her hot pants, made her hold onto the sofa, and entered her from behind.
Sabrina possessed a slutty talent; the moment my penis entered her, her juices flowed freely. She continued chatting with her close friend as if nothing had happened, even turning back to blow me a kiss, her expression incredibly wanton. I loved this about her; outwardly noble and unapproachable, yet beneath me, she was more uninhibited than some prostitutes. Greatly encouraged, I reached forward with one hand to grab her snow-white, soft breasts, and with the other to knead her incredibly bouncy, beautiful buttocks, and began to ride her with abandon.
Sabrina gently swayed her slender waist, and I used all sorts of techniques to make her gasp repeatedly. In that instant, it felt as if what was between my legs wasn't Sabrina, but rather Michelle, who bore a resemblance to her... At this thought, my manhood seemed to grow a little larger, causing Sabrina to moan, and the receiver fell onto the sofa.
"Hello? Sabrina? Are you alright?" The other person's voice was very loud, I heard it now, and it sounded so much like Michael's voice?
"Hmm... Mi... Michelle, let's leave it at that for now, I'm fine... Hmm!... Ah!..." Sabrina was almost at her peak, unable to suppress the soft moans escaping her lips, while I had only just warmed up, so I still had time to think.
It really was Michelle! She heard me having sex with my wife! A strange excitement made me speed up my thrusting. Sabrina was overwhelmed with pleasure and had long forgotten that the phone call wasn't over yet. She started moaning loudly, but I listened carefully to the receiver. Although Michelle didn't make a sound, she was clearly still on the other end!
I deliberately made exaggerated movements, the sound of my thighs slapping against Sabrina's full buttocks echoing loudly, and the continuous flow of her vaginal fluids squirting and splashing. What would Michelle think if she heard these sounds? Would she unconsciously reach for her own vulva?
As I was lost in thought, Sabrina's voice suddenly rose: "Ah!...So good! Honey...Mmm, uh, I'm flying...So amazing..."
I held her body tightly, feeling her honey pot squeezing and sucking my penis during her orgasm. Although I hadn't reached orgasm yet, I felt exceptionally happy and said softly, "Good wife..." As soon as I finished speaking, I heard the phone gently hang up.
Michelle, I really want to know how you're feeling right now!
Monday arrived in the blink of an eye, and I paid special attention to Michelle's expression, but I couldn't sense anything unusual. She was still as capable and cheerful as ever, calling me Sam as usual, busy as ever... and of course, going to pour water as usual.
One day, two days, a month passed, and I maintained a normal superior-subordinate relationship with her. We didn't make any more inappropriate jokes, didn't even talk about personal matters, and didn't go out to eat or go to bars together. When I realized that things had developed this way, I even felt a little disappointed and regretted deliberately letting her hear that sex scene.
One morning, more than a month after the last incident, as Michelle went to get her water as usual, I put down the documents I was holding and watched her gracefully walk to the water dispenser, bend down to pour herself some water…
Wait, something's not right. Her figure is still perfect, her hips are still incredibly shapely, but… wait, where did the panty line go under her skirt? I remember it clearly; it was there when she first poured water this morning, so she couldn't possibly have been wearing a t-shirt! Does that mean? She took her panties off?
Thinking about this, I couldn't help but touch my burning hot crotch. What on earth was she thinking?
I believe that when Michelle walked back this time, she could see that I was a little unnatural and couldn't hide it.
During the afternoon meeting, Michelle sat next to me. My mind kept wandering to her underwear, to the point that I misread a few figures. Each time, Michelle would smile and give me an encouraging look. But then I inadvertently noticed that her legs were unconsciously spread apart! Although no one could possibly see what was under her skirt, my heart still pounded. I never imagined that for a lady from a respectable family, sitting with her legs apart while wearing a skirt suit would be so improbable!
As the day ended, I told myself that maybe Michelle had accidentally soiled her underwear while using the restroom and took it off. Although, for a girl from such a privileged background, the chances of that happening were practically zero. But then again, even if she was trying to seduce me, so what? What if Sabrin A had instructed her to test me? No one could guarantee anything!
The next day, I watched Michelle pour water with a mix of trepidation and excitement, but thankfully, everything seemed normal except for the visible underwear marks. Around 11 a.m., two VIP clients came to visit. After they sat down, I gestured for Michelle to pour them water, and while exchanging pleasantries with them, I subtly kept an eye on Michelle's back. I knew this timing wasn't appropriate, but it was a habit, a completely unconscious act.
Michelle walked to the water dispenser, bent down to get a paper cup, and without even bending her knees, simply reached down to the bottom shelf. Damn it, this wasn't ladylike at all! If there were a man in front of the dispenser, his entire cleavage would be on full display! I was even a little angry, my gaze falling on her shapely buttocks, which, due to this posture, were stretched taut over her skirt, exuding a seductive aura, even revealing the line of her butt crack… Damn it, no underwear!
I choked on my water and coughed violently. While the guests were busy expressing their concern, Michelle returned with two glasses of water. Her face was beaming with a sunny and cheerful smile, and her Prada suit was very elegant and appropriate, as if what had just happened was just my imagination. But I caught a glimpse of mockery in her eyes. Yes, she had indeed been teasing me, or rather, flirting with me.
After seeing the guests off, it was lunchtime. I saw Michelle leave carrying an LV handbag and prepared to get up to eat as well. The shock of what had just happened was still lingering. I shook my head and smiled wryly, thinking: "You little brat, are you trying to play me for a fool? If you weren't my wife's cousin, I wouldn't have any reservations. You would have been under my thumb a month ago."
As I passed Michelle's seat, I glanced at it casually and noticed that the bottom drawer of hers wasn't fully closed, with a small gap showing. I couldn't help but sigh: Does this girl treat her office like home? She doesn't even lock her drawer when she's not there! Just as I was about to kick the drawer in, a thought popped into my head: Could her underwear be in there?
So I suppressed my excitement and gently pulled open the drawer. Sure enough, there lay a pair of semi-transparent black lace panties! I looked around to make sure no one was there, then picked up the panties, already imagining what Michelle would look like wearing them! The barely-there effect was alluring, especially the area around her labia, which was even more transparent. You could imagine how much aroused a man would be if he saw that! There was even a small wet stain on the panties.
I took a sniff; the urine smell wasn't strong, but rather the familiar scent of erotic honey, exuding a decadent, carnal aroma! Overwhelmed with excitement, I then noticed a curly hair. I gently picked it out, put my underwear back in its place, trying to make sure it wasn't disturbed, before tucking the hair into my office, placing it in a beautiful notebook, and then going out for lunch. Hair, I truly envy you, having lived in such a wonderful place! That was my genuine feeling at that moment.
When I went to work in the afternoon, I acted as if nothing was wrong, and Michelle's expression didn't show anything unusual either. Around 5 p.m., when it was almost time to leave work, I saw that Michelle had sent me a message. When I opened it, it read: "Are my underwear sexy?"
I was stunned for a long time and couldn't say anything. I thought to myself, I can't admit this, so I replied, "I don't understand what you're saying."
"There's a pubic hair on my underwear; it's a mark I made on purpose. You're not trying to convince me that Assistant Chen is gay, are you?"
Seeing this actually put me at ease. She wasn't sent by my wife to test me; even if she was, she had already betrayed my wife, because her current actions had undoubtedly crossed any line that a wife could accept! However, I like it.
I felt a huge weight lifted off my shoulders, as if I had returned to the carefree days of my university days. I knocked lightly and said, "Please come in, I want to talk to you."
Michelle walked in quickly, her face full of mocking smiles, making it difficult for me to maintain a serious demeanor. She even skillfully locked the door from the inside. Most people might not notice her subtle hand gestures, but who am I? This is my main battlefield for illicit affairs; I know how to lock the door better than anyone.
Michelle sat down casually across from me and said, "Sam, what do you want to see me about?"
Pretending to be confused? Fine! I stood up, a straight face devoid of a smile, and strolled behind Michelle, placing a hand on her shoulder. This was the first time I had touched her body, and the soft warmth of her skin stirred a long-lost feeling within me. Ah, the fresh, alluring flesh of a girl!
I was touched, but I said, "Michelle, do you remember Article 5 of the Employee Handbook?" My tone remained emotionless.
“I remember.” Michelle glanced at me unmoved and smiled, “You must not sexually harass colleagues in the office…” Before she could finish her sentence, my hand had already climbed onto her breast.
The instant I touched her, I silently thanked God for his blessing. She wasn't wearing a bra, but the flesh was full, soft, and elastic, even better than Sabrina's, because hers was clearly a C-cup and very perky!
I could even easily catch her already erect nipple, and with a gentle pinch, Michelle let out a soft moan, like someone who had been thirsty for a long time and was drinking her first sip of water. My penis, as if it had heard a battle horn, sprang up and pressed against her pink back.
I half-squatted down, bringing my face less than 20 centimeters away from her, and laughed, "Then what should be done if someone sexually harasses their boss and cousin-in-law?" As I spoke, I placed my other hand on her thigh and gently rubbed it through her ultra-thin black stockings.
“Do as you please…” Michelle was already panting heavily under my stimulation, and upon hearing this, she gave me a flirtatious glance. Her slender hand reached out and grasped my gently throbbing penis, while she turned to the side, intending to use her other hand to unzip my pants.
I found the position awkward, so I picked her up and placed her on the large desk. Starting from her calves, I moved my hands up to her outer thighs, admiring her while gesturing for her to wrap her legs around my waist.
Michelle's beautiful eyes flashed, and she smiled, "You're so experienced."
She wasn't usually shy, but a faint blush crept onto her cheeks. I was completely mesmerized, one arm around her slender waist, the other caressing her soft breasts, my lips capturing her cherry lips.
It was clear she wasn't inexperienced, but she was obviously a bit clumsy. As she responded to my tongue with her fragrant tongue, her slender hands went to unbuckle my belt. I was happy to have my hands free, so I reached for her shirt and pulled it down. The buttons flew off, and half of her coat and shirt fell to one side, revealing one side of her snow-white breast. Her proud, firm, rounded peaks, her rosy, luscious nipples, and her lovely, light pink areolas almost took my breath away. I even forgot to tease her. I lowered my head and took a bite of that peak, while pulling off the other side of her coat and shirt.
Michelle let out a soft moan, rested her head on my shoulder, her cherry lips found my ear, and her tongue gently slipped inside. Her lower body wasn't idle either; she had already pulled down my pants and grabbed my penis in her hand.
We were like a couple long deprived of each other, desperately craving each other. In my previous plan, I was still thinking about how to tease her, how to gradually approach her honey pot that had been exposed to the air all day, until she was aroused and begged for mercy. Who knew that the next moment I had already pulled up her skirt, held her beautiful buttocks with my left hand, and thrust my hips down, penetrating her head straight for her.
In that instant, Michelle bit me hard on the shoulder as if she had been electrocuted, and wrapped her arms and legs around me like an octopus. I felt completely relaxed and comfortable, as if every pore was breathing freely. If I had to describe my feelings in four words, it would be "my wish has been fulfilled!"
Once inside, I stopped rushing. I savored the sensation of her soft flesh sucking and grinding against my penis, while simultaneously finding her vulva again, teasing her clitoris. One hand gently caressed her breasts, while the other roamed over her waist, hips, and thighs. Her breathing grew heavier, her legs tightened, and the sucking from her lower mouth intensified. I knew she wanted me to move, but I wasn't in a hurry; I wanted to wait for her to beg me.
As I savored her fragrant tongue, I scraped her swollen, engorged nipples. Her slippery legs were already a little loose, and I knew that was her way of signaling for me to thrust in and out, but I pretended not to know and continued with what I was doing.
Finally, she couldn't take it anymore and shoved me away, scolding, "Why don't you move, you dead man!"
I couldn't help but chuckle. Yes, she wasn't an ordinary girl. Even if she wanted it, it would be an order, not a plea. I didn't want to tease her any longer, so I started thrusting gently. She enjoyed it and let out soft moans. Despite being weak all over, she still reached out to take off my shirt. This time, without waiting for her to tell me, I quickly took off my suit shirt and threw it on the ground. I put my arm around her soft, boneless waist and let her lean against my bare, strong chest, rubbing my pectoral muscles against her nipples.
She buried her head in the back of my neck, her slender hands gripping, pinching, pounding, and twisting my chest and back with all her might. It was clearly an intense pleasure that made her lose control, and the sobs from her nose turned into moans from her mouth: "Mmm...so...so deep!...Ah!...Again...faster!"
One moment I admired her furrowed brows, a mixture of pleasure and discomfort, the next I looked down at the point where our genitals were joined. Between the lush pubic hair, pink labia were occasionally pulled outwards by the penis, their glistening nectar frothing from the friction, exuding a lascivious aura. In that instant, an indescribable sense of accomplishment welled up within me.
Michelle mostly kept her beautiful eyes closed, occasionally stealing a glance at me. Seeing my wicked grin, she scolded, "You lecher! Is that all you've got?" These words ignited my surging passion. Although I knew she was already enjoying the pleasure, and this was just her way of getting back at me, I decided to seize this opportunity to completely conquer her and make her forever my submissive. So, I lifted her up, carrying her round, fleshy buttocks, and lifted her off the desk. Without support, she had to tightly wrap her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. I walked around the room like this, my penis plunging deep into her honeypot with each step, a unique and special sensation.
After walking only a few steps, she let out a soft "ah," her delicate body trembling, her honeyed orifice contracting in waves, having reached her climax. Seeing the languid, satisfied smile on her pretty face covered in fragrant sweat, I felt both proud and excited. Far from ejaculating, my erection became even stronger.
I carried her to the sofa and sat down, gently stroking her sweaty back, kissing her hairline, kneading her buttocks that could arouse endless desire, brushing past her anus, and returning to the base of her thighs, gently tapping the still swollen little bean sprout.
After a while, Michelle's breathing calmed down considerably. Only then did she realize that my erect penis was still deep inside her. Her pretty face turned red, a rare occurrence for her: "You haven't...?" She was even too embarrassed to finish her sentence. I deliberately thrust my hips forward and laughed, "You heard about my abilities the other day, didn't you?"
Upon hearing this, Michelle bit her cherry lips and said disdainfully, "If five minutes is considered a skill, then I have no objection."
I knew Michelle was the type to never admit defeat, so I had even more reason to continue. I pushed her up and said, "Then you try and see if I only have five minutes."
Michelle pinched my chest, propped her slender feet on the sofa, and started playing with my penis with her honey pot. She would occasionally give me a flirtatious look and deliberately moan a few times. I was happy to be free, so I rubbed her beautiful buttocks with one hand and held her slender waist with the other, while sucking on her nipples.
After a few strokes, Michelle's affected moans no longer needed to be faked. Her honey pot was clearly more sensitive after the orgasm. I savored the indescribable pleasure of each thrust of my penis against her cervix. I wasn't in a hurry to speed up, but Michelle couldn't hold back any longer. The up-and-down motion of her buttocks became faster and faster, and she didn't slow down even when my penis touched her cervix and made her furrow her brows.
I knew she was close to her second orgasm, so I stopped holding back and, just before she reached her climax, I released the bullet I had been saving for her into her womb. The heat made her ejaculate instantly, and streams of love fluid overflowed from the joint between our genitals, leaving a puddle between my legs.
In the afterglow of my climax, I hugged Michelle tightly, feeling an overwhelming sense of happiness. Several minutes later, Michelle pushed me away, gently scolding, "You want to rape me and then kill me?"
I pinched her delicate nose and laughed, "How could I bear to...? Even if I were to kill her, I'd have to rape her a hundred times first."
Upon hearing this, Michelle glared fiercely at me with her beautiful eyes and bit my shoulder again. I cried out in pain, only then realizing what she had done and said, "Look, you've been biting and pinching me all over. Now I'm covered in bruises. How am I going to explain this to Sabrina when I get back?"
Michelle snorted smugly, but ignored me and pulled off me. The moment my penis left her body, there was a "pop" sound, which made her blush with embarrassment.
Haha, Michelle seems quite open-minded, but there are many areas worth exploring.
It was almost 7 o'clock when the two of them got up to pack, nearly an hour after they had finished get off work. I looked at the pile of old clothes and scratched my head. Actually, losing an Armani or Prada outfit wasn't the problem. The key was how to get out of this building.
Eventually, I used my spare suit jacket to cover myself as I went to my car to get my clothes, and then I went to her car to get her luggage. Only then was the problem resolved. But that night, after I drove Michelle home, I really didn't dare go home. A woman's intuition is very sharp; I had just been through a fierce battle, and no amount of hiding it would help.
The next day, when I returned to the company, I noticed that there was still a stain of love fluid mixed with semen on the executive desk and sofa that hadn't been cleaned up. I smiled wryly and called Michelle in to show her. To my surprise, the girl blushed, rolled her eyes, and said, "Whoever did this should clean up their mess!" She then turned around and swayed her beautiful hips as she left.
I was both amused and exasperated, so I could only roll up my sleeves and personally wipe away the stains with water.
From then on, Michelle and I became very close. It was as if her hidden desires had been fully unleashed; she was a complete high-class slut in my presence, which was exactly what I wanted. We frequently made love, and the battlefield was no longer limited to my office, but even extended to the restroom, the meeting room, and the storage room.
Sometimes, even during meetings, while I was speaking, Mi-Chelle, who was sitting next to me seemingly taking notes, would quietly stretch out her slender foot and tease my thigh and penis, making me both laugh and cry several times. Even when riding in the elevator, she would boldly press her pert buttocks against my crotch, or simply grab my penis with her slender hand, while casually chatting and laughing with her colleagues on the other side.
She suddenly suggested video chatting with me in the office, saying, "Let the little sister video chat with the little brother." She somehow got hold of two miniature cameras, which we installed under our desks together. To my surprise, the effect was excellent. When Michelle sat down and lewdly lifted her skirt, I could clearly see on my laptop the base of her two snow-white, plump thighs, where, amidst the lush pubic hair, her alluring pink vulva radiated a seductive glow, her two honeyed lips gently parting, a trickle of nectar slowly flowing down.
I leaned in and pinched his penis, my eyes already wide with rage. So I quietly unzipped my pants, and his penis sprang out. I grabbed it, picked up the phone with one hand, dialed Michelle's internal line, and whispered, "You slut, let me have a good look at your little sister!"
Michelle murmured softly, deliberately feigning heavy breathing. Her slender hand reached down, pinching her labia. Her index and ring fingers parted them, and her middle finger pressed inside. I swallowed, watching intently as the pink, glistening flesh writhed and turned beneath her long, slender fingers…
The result of testing the camera was that, despite my lunch break being about to end, I pinned Michelle down on the sofa and had two intense sexual encounters.
Under my loving caresses, Michelle radiated an even more dazzling beauty. Of course, most men wouldn't even dare to look her in the eye, for she was born noble, and her pretty face naturally possessed an aura of sacred inviolability. Only beneath me would she reveal her wanton side, letting out unrestrained moans.
Michelle had gotten used to not wearing underwear to work, but I strictly forbade her from doing so, in case some other stinky men saw her. So now Michelle dresses impeccably every day, but as soon as she enters my office, she pulls down her underwear and throws it into my arms, saying in a sweet voice, "Keep this for me, return it to me after get off work."
Sometimes she would even pull off her bra and stockings and throw them at me. Of course, I had no objection to this, and when I was feeling bored at work, I could take out my cute little panties, still with a small stain of vaginal fluid, and sniff them, which would instantly refresh me.
After about two months of this blissful life, when Michelle was taking a nap, she licked the last bit of semen from the corner of her mouth with her tongue, leaned lazily against my chest, and said plaintively, while tracing circles on my chest with her fingertips, "I'm getting married next week."
"What?" Upon hearing this, I stopped caressing her beautiful buttocks.
During that time, I even forgot that she was already taken.
"Is it okay if I don't get married?" I sighed.
I know it's impossible. As scions of prominent families, we don't have that kind of freedom.
"If you don't marry him, would you marry me?" Michelle glanced at me and squeezed my penis.
I remained silent.
A week later, I attended Michelle's wedding with my wife, who was five months pregnant. The groom was said to be a Christian, so the wedding was held in a large church on the outskirts of the city. To make it a grand affair, the hosts also set up several large tents on the lawn outside the church for the bride to change clothes, for guests to rest, and for the banquet.
Sitting on the church pew, I could see the impeccably dressed groom below the pulpit. To be honest, he was quite handsome, even a little devilishly so. He was supposedly a painter, and certainly possessed an artistic air about him. However, his expression now clearly held a hint of melancholy.
No wonder you're unhappy; your future wife is writhing and moaning beneath me every day. I thought to myself. Actually, I'm unhappy too. I don't know why, but everyone else here was beaming, including my parents, older brother, and sister-in-law who had come especially for the occasion. They were all smiling happily and exchanging pleasantries with old friends. But my mood had plummeted.
It turns out that all along, I wasn't just infatuated with Michelle's beautiful body; I had developed deep and inseparable feelings for her, especially since she was about to sleep in the same bed with another man every day. Just thinking about it was heartbreaking.
I excused myself to make a phone call and slipped out of the church. The ceremony hadn't started yet, so I strolled over and unknowingly ended up next to the tent. Most people were gathered inside the church or near the entrance; there were hardly any people here.
While I was in a daze, I suddenly heard a familiar voice say, "Alright, Eli, go and greet your friends. I want to be alone for a while." It was Michael!
Then a female voice said, "Okay. You can take a break now, it doesn't start for another half hour."
I slipped behind the tent and saw a girl come out. After she walked away, I looked around and, seeing no one was around, pushed open the door, slipped inside, and locked it behind me.
Michelle, wearing a low-cut, off-white wedding dress, was standing in front of the mirror, lost in thought. Hearing the voice, she turned around, saw me, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes: "You're here!"
I looked at Michelle, who had turned around to face me. Her wedding dress accentuated her perfect figure perfectly. Her long, pink neck extended down to form two perfect, snow-white, pink hemispheres, then narrowed down to a slender waist that could be encircled with one hand, before cascading down along her full hips, radiating out in layers of skirt.
Her pretty face was meticulously made up today, making her already flawless features appear even more noble and elegant. A surge of inexplicable jealousy welled up inside me, and I strode forward, pulling her into my arms. I had never hugged her so tightly before, as if she would be snatched away by someone else if I didn't. At that moment, I didn't even have any lustful thoughts.
After a while, Michelle gently wrapped her slender arms around my waist, rested her head on my neck, and lightly licked my ear with her fragrant tongue, then suddenly whispered in a sweet voice, "Fuck Mehard." These words ignited a perfect storm.
I lowered my head and took her clove into my mouth, my left hand found the zipper behind her and pulled it down, while my right hand pinched and rubbed her high, pink buttocks. Michelle wasn't idle either; she had already unzipped my pants, pulled my underwear down, and grabbed my penis.
My left hand didn't stop; I pulled up the bodice of her wedding dress, and her breasts popped out. I gently peeled off the two nipple covers, revealing two pink nipples that were already swollen and stiff. I pinched them, then used my free hand to clean Michelle's clothes. I lifted her up and placed her on the dressing table, lifting the hem of her wedding dress. My tongue followed the movement of my hands, starting from the ankle where her silver high heels were, and traveled all the way to the top of her smooth thighs...
I sucked and bit, my saliva covering her legs. I wasn't even flirting; I was like a male dog urinating, leaving my mark and declaring my possession in this way.
Michelle gently stroked my hair without saying a word. By then, I had already kissed that private part that had brought me to ecstasy countless times, grabbing her already soaked, snow-white t-back and pulling it down. Michelle cooperated by pulling down her panties, but I had already spread her legs and was sucking on her two pink, juicy lips.
I've kissed this place countless times before, but this time I wasn't gentle. I didn't just suck; I also pulled and gnawed with my teeth. If I hadn't still had a sliver of pity, I probably would have bitten it hard, leaving my teeth marks.
Michelle only told me afterwards that I licked her vulva for a full ten minutes that day. But at the time, I didn't realize it. When I finally stood up, I found Michelle smiling broadly. I didn't know why she was smiling like that; in fact, I had kept my face tense and my lips tightly pressed together, which was quite amusing. I didn't ask her; I just thrust my hips forward and penetrated her. Michelle was already burning with desire and immediately let out a joyful moan.
This familiar position was the very position we used during our first time making love. Michelle probably realized this too, her eyes softening considerably. I was also filled with many emotions, mostly bittersweet. I deliberately lowered my head to avoid looking into her eyes, my penis withdrawing to the entrance of her honeyed cave with each thrust, only to plunge back in completely in an instant. The immense impact caused her to moan incessantly through her nose. Before long, I reached my climax. In that instant, I held her tightly to my chest, unwilling to let go for a long time.
After a long while, Michelle finally pushed me away. The afterglow of her orgasm had brought two blushes to her pretty face. She smiled slightly, her eyes extremely gentle, and said in a sweet voice, "You bastard, do you want to kill me?" Before I could answer, she whispered again, "You know what? I'm really happy right now."
I said coldly, "Really? I'm quite sad."
Michelle gently stroked my face and said softly, "It's precisely because you're so sad that I'm happy, silly boy, don't you understand?"
Michelle had never spoken to me so gently, and my tightly clenched heart eased a little. In truth, I certainly held a place in her heart, and perhaps that was enough.
“Actually…” Michelle leaned on my shoulder, her slender hand sliding down my back to my buttocks, then suddenly pressed against my anus, “You don’t need to be sad at all. He’s gay.”
"Really?" My mood suddenly brightened, and my voice even trembled a little.
Michelle retorted, "Are you gloating?"
I didn't answer her, because the tenderness on my face said it all.
I gently kissed her cherry lips, but she dodged away and whispered in my ear, "Come from behind, take me flying with you."
I gently lifted Michelle down, made her turn around and bend over, her hands resting on the dressing table. Her long legs were already spread apart. I thrust my erect penis into her wet, sweet passage. The unusual pleasure brought by the special position made me moan comfortably. Sometimes I leaned forward and gently rubbed her smooth and elastic breasts, and sometimes I held her slender waist and admired her two honeyed lips fluttering inside and out.
Through the reflection in the dressing mirror, I could see her gently biting her cherry lips, her beautiful eyes slightly closed, her adorable expression a mixture of pleasure and unbearable longing. The multiple stimulations sent waves of pleasure through me, and I involuntarily quickened my pace. Her breathing became increasingly rapid, and finally, I let out a cry and erupted inside her. Her honeyed orifice contracted in waves, and she reached her peak once again.
I gently held her soft, hot body and helped her sit down. After lingering for a while, I wiped away the fine beads of sweat from her body. She enjoyed my care while touching up her makeup.
I pointed to the rosy cheeks on her face and laughed, "You can skip the rouge."
She gave me a coquettish glance and, with my help, put her wedding dress back on. Actually, the inside of the dress was soaking wet, but thankfully there were enough wrinkles to make it look normal from the outside.
I picked up the soaking wet little t-back from the ground and laughed, "I'll keep this as a souvenir."
She spat, "You lecher!" and squeezed my penis hard.
This passionate encounter took quite a while, so I quickly got dressed, gave Michelle a lingering kiss, and reluctantly slipped out.
Sitting in the church, as Michelle answered the priest, "I do," I watched her feign emotion and chuckled inwardly. The thought of her bare body beneath her elegant wedding dress stirred my imagination. Sabrina, noticing my strange smile, scolded, "What are you laughing at?"
“I was reminded of when we first got married,” I quickly said, trying to distract her.
Sabrina blushed upon hearing this and pinched my thigh. Indeed, our debauchery when we first got married wasn't any less than that of Michael and me.
When Hong Kong people faced the handover, they once said, "The horses will still run, and the dances will still go on." Michelle and I felt the same way. After our honeymoon in the Maldives, the first thing Michelle did upon returning was rush into my office to undress me. Only when my penis entered her did she let out a long sigh and say, "Damn, I was suffocating."
So Michelle and I continued our debauched and immoral ways.
After the wedding ceremony, Michelle and I finally reached a point where we could talk about anything. And I also learned that the reason she seduced me in the first place, setting aside my personal charm, was mainly because she wanted to compete with Sa Bria.
It turns out that since childhood, Sabrina had relied on being slightly prettier than Michelle, often using her as a foil to satisfy her vanity. When I heard this, I couldn't help but chuckle. Could it be that Sabrina brought Michelle to my side just to show off her wonderful husband? It seems even the magnanimous Sabrina couldn't overcome her vanity.
Second, my wife's aunt
That afternoon, Sabrina's aunt, Joanna, my mother-in-law's youngest sister, called me and invited me to play Golf. It then dawned on me that two weeks ago she had mentioned wanting me to invite several regional presidents of multinational corporations to play Golf with her to cultivate a relationship. She explained that after securing a major client like my company, she had clearly become emboldened and was now eyeing my vast network of connections, hoping to leverage it to acquire more large clients.
Hanging up the phone, I pictured Joanna's capable and efficient demeanor. At only thirty years old, she was already a partner at a well-known law firm in the city. Since neither of us worked within our families but rather forged our own paths, we shared a mutual respect. The shrewd Joanna had even secured my firm's legal representation business in East China through my connections before I was even officially married to Sabrina. Of course, while connections were important, her abilities were undeniable.
My wife and sister-in-law spoke up, so I didn't dare to delay. I made an appointment with several presidents of multinational companies, but all of them said they were busy right now and wouldn't have time to play Golf until tomorrow, Saturday. It seems that Jon Na and I will have to wait for them at the Golf Club all night.
Soon after, Jonathan arrived at my office. Seeing her graceful figure appear at the door, my heart skipped a beat. To be fair, although Jonathan was already thirty, due to her excellent maintenance, she looked no more than twenty-five. Moreover, her beauty and alluring figure even surpassed those of Sa Brina and Michelle, and she possessed a more mature charm.
That's why she hasn't found a man worthy of her, or rather, hasn't met a man who dares to pursue her. It's said that her last relationship was three or four years ago.
Previously, due to my social status, although I admired Jonathan, I never harbored any impure thoughts towards her. However, ever since Michelle dragged me into this mess, whenever I look at Jonathan, I can't help but compare her to Michelle's beautiful naked body. So when Jonathan, dressed in a black Versatile women's suit, walked in with graceful poise, I couldn't help but feast my eyes on her alluring figure.
Her lower body attire wasn't a skirt suit, but rather a pair of very fitted trousers that showcased her shapely legs, both slender and shapely. Instead of high heels, she wore a pair of sleek, shiny black flat shoes with her bare feet. Her coat was also form-fitting, buttoned up, further emphasizing her full, firm breasts and her incredibly slim waist. A very Joanna-esque outfit!
In fact, I have never seen Joanna wear a skirt suit, not because she is a tomboy, but on the contrary, she is absolutely charming and beautiful when she wears an evening gown! In her words, the reason she does not wear skirt suits is because women wearing skirts at work give people a weak impression.
My gaze swept over Jonathan for a moment before returning to her pretty face. Deep, captivating eyes, a delicate nose, luscious red lips, and a confident smile. She clearly noticed the admiration in my eyes, but seemed unfazed, and sat down directly at the executive desk. Indeed, any man who dared to look Jonathan in the eye would find it hard to remain completely unmoved; she was already used to it.
Joanna also brought me a document, which was a court judgment from a previous lawsuit. I flipped through it casually.
“I should say the verdict is very favorable to us. If the defendant appeals…” Joanna was explaining the case to me. Her voice was very pleasant. I had only listened attentively for a couple of sentences when I noticed a video request from Michelle on my computer screen.
"This girl's got guts!" I chuckled inwardly, my mind racing. While pretending to listen attentively, I accepted Michelle's video call request. I didn't dare stare at the screen for too long, occasionally smiling and nodding to Joa Anna to show I was paying attention.
But I was quickly captivated by the screen. Michelle skillfully caressed her lips a few times with her slender hands, and a few drops of love juice spilled out. She quickly took something out of the drawer, and I could see clearly that it was a lifelike penis! The shape, the color, and even the veins on the penis were incredibly realistic!
Michelle gently lifted her beautiful buttocks, and slowly swallowed the entire penis into her honey pot. Watching this lewd scene, my mouth went dry, and I forgot to respond to Joanna; my penis was also throbbing wildly.
“Sam!” Joanna exclaimed angrily.
That's when I finally realized what was happening, and I asked blankly, "What's wrong?"
"What are you doing? You're so distracted. Never mind, I'll talk about this case another day. Let's go." Joanna's slightly annoyed expression was adorable, especially to me, who had just been provoked by Michelle, making her even more sexy and alluring.
"There's no need to rush," I said hesitantly.
My penis is making such a big tent, and it's even more obvious since Michael took my underwear during lunch break. How could I possibly stand up and go with her?
“If we arrive at Golfclub any later, the sun will have already set.” Joanna stood up impatiently.
I had hoped she would turn around and walk ahead first, but she just stood there with her arms crossed, looking at me. Left with no other choice, I reluctantly shut down the computer and stood up. Hopefully, she didn't notice.
But Joanna was clearly not that oblivious; she noticed the huge tent my penis had erected almost immediately, her pretty face flushing red as she scolded, "You!"
Just as I was about to find the right words to cover it up, Joanna turned her back and whispered, "I'll give you five minutes!" She then went outside and started chatting with Michelle.
Looking at her round, perky buttocks and slender, shapely legs, my penis, far from giving up, became even harder. I smiled wryly and quickly picked up the documents to distract myself, but I couldn't help but wonder why Michelle, who was masturbating with a dildo, could chat and laugh so casually with Jonesa.
It took me a while to finally calm my erection down. As I left, I stole a glance at Mike Hello. While Jonathan's back was turned, that girl mischievously winked at me and deliberately reached for her vulva. I thought to myself, "That vixen!"
On the way to Glofclub, Joanna, who was sitting in my car, looked perfectly normal. I was happy to avoid any awkwardness and took the opportunity to tell her that the CEOs wouldn't be available to join us until tomorrow. She laughed and said, "Then let's practice a few holes today so we don't lose too badly tomorrow."
JOANNA's GOLF skills are actually quite good for a woman, but she's still a step behind me, which is normal because men and women are different. I told her that those CEOs were on par with me, and she's kept that in mind ever since.
Upon arriving at Golfclub, we checked in first. I put down my luggage, changed into a polo shirt and casual pants, and waited for Jonna in the lobby with my golf bag. When she appeared before me, I was immediately struck by her beauty. She was wearing a light yellow fitted polo shirt and light gray casual pants, looking vibrant, radiant, and undeniably sexy.
“We’re just practicing, so let’s not call a caddy or use a car. Let’s walk,” I suggested.
Joanna nodded in agreement, so I carried her golf bag as well, and the two of us walked into the golf course one after the other.
Actually, I had a selfish reason for suggesting not to use a caddie. Joanna was dressed so sexily today, and I didn't want other men to get eye candy from her! Even if I had to carry two sets of clubs myself, it would still be worth it in comparison.
Joanna strolled ahead of me, and I thoroughly enjoyed admiring her beautiful waist and hip curves. Judging from my observation, her waist was just as slender as Michelle's, but her hips were even fuller, and the shape of her two hemispheres was perfect!
Her trousers were made of a soft and thin fabric, so for the sake of elegance, she wore a t-back. It should be noted that many women's underwear has a butt-lifting effect, but t-backs are not one of those options. Joeanna's willingness to wear a t-back in public demonstrates her confidence.
I don't know if Joanna noticed that my gaze had been fixed on her. I used to think that my spying skills were good enough that no woman could find out, but Michelle had already proven with her example of using water to lure me that a woman's intuition is often very accurate.
As it turns out, playing Golf alone with Joanna was an absolutely wonderful experience. Because there was no one else around, I didn't need to worry about what others thought, and I could freely spy on Joanna, of course, from an angle she couldn't see.
Since there was no caddie available, I temporarily became her caddie, giving me ample reason to run around in front of and behind her. When she swung her club, I could admire her impressive breasts; when she bent down to pick up the ball, I could admire her breathtakingly perfect hip shape; when she squatted down to check the height of the turf, I could even occasionally catch a glimpse of her smooth, white flesh, and even her deep cleavage…
On the fourth hole, Joanna accidentally hit the ball into the bunker.
She smiled shyly at me, then tried to go in and save the ball.
I noticed the edge of the sandpit wasn't very regular, so I called out, "Watch out! I'll get the ball. It's just practice, no need to go down and save it." Before I finished speaking, I heard Joanna cry out, her ankle twisted, and she fell to the ground. Luckily, I wasn't far from her, so I quickly rushed over and grabbed her arm to prevent her from slipping into the sandpit and getting into a mess.
The smooth, plump, and firm feel of her arms stirred my heart. I checked her ankle; it was sprained and bruised. I asked, "How are you feeling?"
Her pretty face was slightly flushed, probably because of our intimate contact. She whispered, "It hurts a little, but it should be alright."
She struggled to stand up, and I helped her. As soon as she stood up and her sprained ankle touched the ground, she cried out in pain.
I quickly supported her arm and said, "Don't push yourself. Walking like this will only make your injury worse."
I looked back and estimated that we were only about 400 or 500 meters away from the hotel, so I said to her, "I'll carry you back. You can leave the golf club here, and I'll have someone come and get it later."
Upon hearing this, Joanna's face flushed even more, and she looked quite hesitant. Before she could hesitate, I bent down and said, "Come on up, stop being so wishy-washy." I tried my best not to sound excited. How easy is it to get close to such a beautiful woman?
Joanna couldn't stand hearing people talk about her weaknesses as a woman, and upon hearing this, she indeed said, "Alright."
When her soft, warm upper body pressed against my back, I almost sighed with pleasure. The softness and elasticity of her breasts were so captivating! I was momentarily stunned before I cupped her beautiful buttocks with both hands and stood up. The instant I firmly grasped those two full mounds, the throbbing of my penis almost made it difficult for me to stand upright. The feel was incredible! The thin trousers were practically useless; I could fully feel their fullness, smoothness, and heat!
“Hmm…” Joanna murmured softly.
I could sense that it wasn't the pain in her ankle, but rather the intimate physical contact with the man that gave her long-dormant body an indescribable pleasure.
But I could only pretend not to know and ask, "Does it still hurt a lot?"
"Mmm." Joanna's voice was very soft, and I could almost imagine that her face must be completely red at that moment.
I started walking. At first, Joanna tried her best to keep her upper body away from my back, but it was no use, because her high breasts filled the space between us. So Joanna eventually gave in and let her breasts press against my back with each step I took. I felt extreme pleasure in my back and hands, and even involuntarily swallowed repeatedly.
Five hundred meters isn't actually that far, but it felt like a long time to me because I had to suppress my surging desire, and my penis was painfully swollen. About halfway there, I felt Joanna quietly rest her head on my shoulder. I could clearly hear her breathing gradually becoming heavier; she was also enjoying this short journey!
When we finally got back to the hotel and I put Joanna on the bed, even her pink neck was flushed.
She glanced at me, her expression complicated, and forced a smile, saying, "Thank you."
She quickly noticed the unusual thing about my crotch, and her pretty face immediately turned even redder.
That evening, Jonathan even invited me to eat dinner in my room. I knew she was avoiding me, which made me a little depressed. Around 10 p.m., I lay in bed tossing and turning, thinking about Jonathan's alluring figure. I knew in my heart that if I didn't pin her down and conquer her, I wouldn't be able to get over it.
After thinking about it, I drove to the city center to buy a bottle of imported liniment and then drove back to the hotel. I drove incredibly fast, even getting caught speeding a few times, but at that moment my desire was burning so brightly that I had no time to care about anything else.
I knocked on Joanna's door, and she called out from inside, "Who is it?"
I raised my voice and called out, "It's me, Sam. I brought you a bottle of liniment."
After a long silence, Joanna's labored footsteps became clearer. She opened the door, a hint of unease on her pretty face: "So late?"
She wore her own white bathrobe, which completely covered her beautiful body, revealing only her slender, snow-white calves. Had she just taken a bath?
As I thought this, I shook the liniment in my hand: "I need to rub the bruises away today, otherwise they'll be even more swollen tomorrow."
She had already noticed that the liniment I was carrying wasn't the common kind; it was only sold at Tonghetang and was ridiculously expensive, but it was indeed very effective, and we always kept it at home. She laughed and said, "You're so thoughtful, you even brought this along."
"No, I just bought it." Before she could react, I helped her inside and locked the door behind me.
"Really?" Her tone held not only surprise and gratitude, but also clearly more complex emotions. Considering the nearly 60-kilometer round trip from the city, my attentiveness couldn't be explained simply by our aunt-in-law relationship.
The guest room was large, with a lounge chair on one side. From a distance, I could see her clothes from when she played ball piled up messily on it, including a yellow semi-transparent lace bra and that pink t-back... My breathing became a little short. She obviously noticed that I was leading her towards that lounge chair, and looked a little flustered. She said, "Just put the medicated oil down, I'll rub it on myself."
How could I give up so easily at this point?
I laughed and said, "Don't you know? You can't rub it too hard when you're doing it yourself, and the effect is much worse."
Without waiting for her consent, I picked up the clothes from the recliner and placed them on the bed. As I picked up the little t-back, I could clearly see a shy, moist look welling up in her bright eyes… I helped her lie down, gently lifted her swollen ankle, poured out some medicated oil, and gently rubbed it in. Her ankle was round and sexy; it's said that some older men love to stare at women's ankles, and without a doubt, Jon Na's was the best of the best.
I grasped her smooth, snowy calves and gradually increased the pressure of the massage. Joanna let out a few soft moans. I smiled knowingly, gazing at her exquisite face. She dared not meet my eyes, her gaze drifting downwards, only to catch a glimpse of my newly erect penis. Her face instantly flushed crimson. She simply closed her eyes, her delicate brows furrowing slightly, occasionally letting out a soft hum from her nose.
"Joanna, are you more in pain or more aroused?" I thought to myself, feeling incredibly smug. Her eyes were closed, so I could feast my eyes on her beautiful body without restraint. Was she completely naked under her bathrobe? If I lifted her legs, would I see the glimpse of her private parts? If I pulled on the straps of her bathrobe, would her naked body be completely exposed?
My reverie made my breathing heavier and heavier.
Suddenly, Joanna opened her eyes and said, "I think that's enough. You should go back to sleep." Her face was still flushed, and her eyes were still moist, but her tone was firm.
Looking at her, I understood her feelings. She wanted to stop things from getting out of control while she still could, after all, I was her niece's husband! If I were any other man, she might have just let things take their course.
I quickly replied with a smile, "Okay. Then you should get some rest. You should probably rub it yourself again."
Of course, I could have used force, and she might have succumbed to me in less than a minute. She might even have accepted it afterwards, since she had feelings for me too! But force wasn't my style, so I stood up gracefully, making no attempt to hide the tent in my pants, and excused myself.
Of course, back in my room, to quell my lust, I had a passionate phone sex session with Michelle before finally calming things down.
The next day, at Joanna's request, I hired a female caddie to help her throughout the game, riding in a golf cart with us. Actually, she didn't specifically request a female caddie; it was my deliberate arrangement. Just kidding, I certainly didn't want a man helping her.
Jonathan seemed remarkably calm today, as if our past encounter had never happened. Among the men, she displayed her social skills to the fullest, her witty remarks keeping them entertained. Especially the forty-something boss with a beer belly, surnamed Gao, whom my friend David brought; his eyes practically lit up when he saw Jonathan. After the last few holes, he excused himself, saying he was too tired, and just stayed in the car, clinging to Jonathan. I watched from afar, frowning, as Jonathan brushed him off, wishing I could stomp on this cockroach.
David told me that this Mr. Gao was a client of his company, a newly rich tycoon. He insisted on coming to play Golf, but he didn't know beforehand that Mr. Gao was such a difficult person.
That evening, as we drove back to the city, just as I closed the car door, Joanna ordered, "From now on, when you call 'Golf,' you're not allowed to use this surname anymore."
I laughed and said, "I promise, this is the only time I'll ever see him in my life."
Looking at Joanna's adorable, slightly annoyed expression, I thought to myself: Joanna, now you know how rare good men are, right? Putting aside my status as her nephew, I am one of the few men who can win your heart.
For the next two weeks, Joanna didn't contact me, which was unusual; she usually called me at least once a week. It seemed she was planning to ignore me, and I couldn't let her have her way.
That morning, after finishing my errands, I made a detour to Joanna's company on my way back, intending to ask her to have lunch together. When I arrived at her office, it was almost 12:30. I was afraid she had already left, so I hurried to her office door and found that her secretary had already gone to lunch. The office door was ajar, and I gently pushed it open. Thankfully, she was still sitting inside.
Actually, barging in without knocking isn't a sign of good upbringing for someone from a prominent family. I just wanted to catch her off guard, haha. If she happened to be changing clothes or something, I could have my wish fulfilled.
But I was immediately disappointed, because she was dressed neatly and leaning back in her executive chair. When she saw someone come in, she sat up straight in surprise. When she saw it was me, she said, "Why are you here?" Her tone was half relieved, and half, surprisingly, apprehensive?
I wasn't worried about anything else, and said with a smile, "You haven't eaten yet, have you? Let's go eat together."
Her pretty face was flushed, and she looked a little awkward when she heard this. She forced a smile and said, "You eat it yourself, I'm not hungry."
She had been holding something in her left hand, but she casually put it down on the table.
I was already suspicious, but when I saw the object clearly, it all became clear. That pink thing, which looked like a car key, was unmistakably a remote control for a vibrating dildo! I recognized the brand clearly; it was exactly the same as the one used during the Michael Le video call! Michael Le's remote control is still in my pocket!
Michelle told me it was a very high-end custom brand, and she spent over ten thousand yuan to customize one. Of course, she also told me that her thing was custom-made to fit the size of my penis. Joanna probably thought I wouldn't recognize that kind of thing, which is why she placed it right under my nose without any hesitation.
So she was masturbating, and that dildo was still inside her... My heart was pounding, and my penis was getting hard. I reached into my pocket and quietly switched the remote to low vibration mode, then smiled and sat down opposite Joanna.
Joanna reacted almost immediately, her delicate eyebrows furrowing as she looked on with barely suppressed urges, and her body trembling slightly. When she saw me approach and sit down, she became even more nervous, her pretty face turning a deep, almost dripping red.
I asked deliberately, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Joanna panicked and said, "No." Only then did she remember to grab the remote control and subtly press the stop button. She clearly thought the remote was malfunctioning, but immediately realized her mistake, because the penis started moving again, this time with even greater intensity. Her body trembled, almost unable to support herself. Her expression was no longer just panicked, but utterly horrified. A wave of intense shame overwhelmed her, and her voice even held a hint of despair: "How did you get this thing?!"
I suppressed my excitement and laughed, "So where did you get that thing?" I already guessed that her penis set was probably custom-made by Michelle; given their intimacy, it made perfect sense. Because Joanna was clearly not the type to know so much about sex toys!
Joanna's eyes revealed immense shock: "You and Michelle!!!..." With her intelligence, it wasn't hard for her to connect the dots between my relationship with Michelle!
I smiled but didn't answer her. Instead, I got up, locked the door, and walked towards Joanna. The pleasure from the throbbing of my penis inside her, combined with the shock of discovering my forbidden relationship with Michelle, overwhelmed her. If she were an ordinary girl, she probably would have collapsed immediately, but she was Joanna, so she still angrily asked, "What do you want?" But even so, her voice sounded more fragile than ever before!
I didn't want to hurt her pride, and my face was already full of tenderness, but when Joanna saw me getting closer and closer, she simply closed her beautiful eyes, her cherry lips pressed tightly together, and they even turned a little pale.
I knelt on the ground, holding Joanna's arms, and said softly, "Joanna, love between men and women is a wonderful thing, so why are you so resistant to it?"
“You are Sabrina’s husband!” Joanna’s voice trembled.
"I have no blood relation with you!"
"But how can I face her?"
"If you don't tell me, and I don't tell me, how will she know?"
After a long while, Joanna closed her beautiful eyes, turned her head, and said, "And Michelle... don't let her know either." Her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible, but I was overjoyed to hear it, knowing that she had begun to accept the truth.
I gently stroked her chest, which was heaving violently, and slowly unbuttoned her shirt. My movements were very gentle, as if I were appreciating a rare work of art. When I unbuttoned her shirt, her proud and erect breasts sprang out, trembling and incredibly alluring. The delicate and smooth touch made me almost dizzy.
I took a deep breath, unfastened the front-clasp black lace bra, and gently grasped her breasts. In that instant, Joanna deflated like a punctured balloon, her delicate body going limp and powerless, and an alluring whimper escaped her nose.
I leaned in to kiss her cherry lips, but she dodged away. I knew she was still a little reserved, so I wasn't in a hurry. Instead, I used all sorts of techniques to tease her breasts. The two fully mature buds on the peaks were already erect, like two cute little chimneys. I couldn't resist, so I took one of them in my mouth and gently rubbed it, while using my free hand to loosen her trousers.
Actually, the buttons on her trousers had already been undone. With a cooperative lift of her buttocks, I easily pulled the trousers down. She wasn't wearing underwear, and sure enough, a realistic-looking penis was inserted into the base of her firm, plump, and smooth thighs, with a small part sticking out and trembling on its own. I pinched the penis and gently pulled it out.
When the sound of the bang rang out, Joanna let out a regretful sigh.
I said softly, "Don't rush, I'll give you the real thing right away."
Joanna blushed deeply upon hearing this, her entire body turning a rosy pink. I glanced at her honeyed vulva; between the dense black forest, two plump, moist lips were gently undulating, already a wet and messy sight. My heart pounded like a deer's. I gently picked her up and placed her on a yoga mat she had brought to the ground. In a few quick movements, I stripped off my own clothes, without even removing her top, and directly parted her slender legs, entering her body in the most traditional position.
Joanna immediately let out a soft moan, her pearly teeth biting her lower lip tightly.
I braced myself on the blanket with one hand and caressed her alluring breasts with the other, gently thrusting in and out. Joanna gradually got into character, her delicate body swaying gently. As I lowered my waist and penetrated her, she secretly arched her hips to meet me. The hot, sticky sensation inside her honeypot was something I had never experienced with any other woman. The immense pleasure made me breathe heavily.
Joanna's pretty face showed both pleasure and pride; she clearly derived confidence and pleasure from my satisfied reaction. It should be noted that she was two years older than me, and this age difference was one of the reasons she had previously resisted me. Of course, I only learned this later.
We didn't say a word, but silently indulged in our passion. Soon, Joanna held me tightly, reaching her climax. I admired her flushed cheeks, slightly parted cherry lips, and hazy, beautiful eyes, while savoring the contractions of her honey pot. I turned her delicate body to one side, facing the huge floor-to-ceiling window, and lifted her right leg, thrusting into her again from the side.
The thrill of being exposed in public quickly made Joanna's soft moans grow heavier again. Actually, this was the top floor of the building, with no other structures nearby that could observe the room, but Joanna clearly had no time to analyze the situation; she even closed her eyes tightly, her face revealing an indescribable shyness.
The special position gave me a special kind of stimulation, and soon, amidst Joanna's increasingly rapid moans, I reached the peak with her.
As the clouds dispersed and the rain stopped, I embraced Joanna from behind, my left arm tracing under her neck and caressing her breasts, my right hand gently stroking her waist and hips, and my lips lightly nibbling at her fragrant shoulder, all the while softly saying, "Nana, give me a key to your house." I wanted to strike while the iron was hot and make her finally let go of her resistance towards me.
My affectionate address brought a flicker of emotion to her eyes. She hesitated for a moment, then said softly, "I only have one here."
I was overjoyed to hear this, knowing that she was already interested, and said with a smile, "Then I'll give it to you next time."
After helping Joanna get dressed, I held her tenderly for a while before leaving. As I opened the door, I glanced back at her, and she quickly avoided my gaze, a blush creeping onto her face. In that instant, I felt a profound sense of accomplishment.
The next morning, I received an envelope from a joanna messenger. Upon opening it, I found a brand new key inside. I couldn't help but smile knowingly.
Having just tasted the delightful flavors of Jonathan, I didn't even wait a day. I hurriedly finished dinner and rushed to Jonathan's apartment. I wanted to surprise her before she returned, but when I opened the door, the lights were on; she was already home. I could faintly hear the sound of running water—she was taking a shower!
My heart started pounding uncontrollably. In a few seconds, I took off my clothes and threw them on the floor. With my erect penis sticking out, I pushed open the bathroom door and went in.
Joanna turned around with a start at the sound, and when she saw it was me, she exclaimed with delight, "It's you!"
I chuckled, admiring the beautiful sight of water droplets splashing across her flawless white body, and pulled her into a tight embrace, whispering, "I missed you so much." My hands caressed her waist and hips, still glistening with bath gel.
Joanna spat lightly, pinched my firm buttocks, and her slender hand had already grabbed my penis.
I gently reached out and touched her smooth, wet private area, feeling that it was already warm and moist. I smiled and asked, "Is this clean?"
Joanna nibbled at my shoulder with her pearly teeth and said in a sweet voice, "You wash me..."
Her alluring voice made me lose control. I turned her body around, making her bend over and place her hands on the sink. I parted her slender legs and thrust my penis into her from behind. Joanna let out a soft cry; clearly, my force gave her a pleasure completely different from yesterday.
I abandoned yesterday's gentleness and tenderness, my heart filled with a desire to ravage her. The thrusts became larger and larger, the rod going all the way in, hitting her clitoris. I used force with my hands, sometimes reaching forward to knead and twist her breasts, sometimes rubbing and slapping her round and plump buttocks. Joanna had never experienced such intense pleasure before. She felt waves of pleasure wash over her, her cherry lips parted slightly, and her soft moans continued: "Mmm, faster...so deep...good nephew...again!..." She also desperately pushed her fragrant buttocks back.
Seeing that she had broken the taboo and even called him "good nephew," I felt an indescribable joy. While admiring her stunningly beautiful face and surging breasts reflected in the mirror, I increased the frequency and finally, like a machine gun, shot my semen deep into Joanna's uterus, sending her to a long and lingering peak.
I rinsed away the fine, fragrant sweat and shower gel from Joanna's body, carefully dried her with a towel, then wrapped her in a bathrobe and carried her to the bed. Joanna enjoyed my gentle care; her eyes softened, and a warm smile appeared on her lips.
I lay in bed, gently pulling Joanna into my arms. She finally relaxed, naturally resting her head on my chest. We occasionally exchanged a soft smile, enjoying this rare moment of tranquility.
"You should go back now," Joanna whispered regretfully after a long silence.
I laughed and said, "I'll stay with you tonight. Don't worry, Sabrina went back to her parents' house."
Upon hearing this, Joanna blushed, clearly realizing that Sabrina's family was the same family her older sister's husband's family, and that our relationship was so taboo.
We didn't actually sleep much that night. We made love several times until we were both exhausted.
From then on, Jonathan and I seized every opportunity to make love, and our twice-monthly golf sessions became our regular secret rendezvous. Of course, I also went to her office more and more frequently, and even became quite familiar with her secretary. One time, her secretary remarked that Jonathan's temper had improved considerably. Hearing about the change in her because of me, I couldn't help but feel secretly proud.
III. Michael, Joanna, and me
After one of our intimate moments, Michelle nestled against my chest, stroking my erect penis with her slender hand as she giggled, "How about we try a threesome next time?"
Looking at her radiant, still-blushing face, I became intrigued: "Oh? You have someone suitable?"
“Far away, yet right before my eyes. Assistant Chen,” Michelle whispered, her beautiful eyes full of mockery.
"Don't even think about hitting on her!" I warned.
"Do you remember our first time together? I accidentally glanced at her attendance record. Assistant Chen didn't get off work until almost 7 p.m. that day, which isn't like her at all. Guess what she was doing?" Michelle asked, drawing out her words with a hint of intrigue.
Upon hearing this, my heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Assistant Chen really was listening to our lovemaking that day? However, her aloof and unapproachable appearance immediately flashed into my mind, and I lost interest: "In any case, she'll have to skip it."
"Then... what if it's Joanna?" Michelle's voice was ambiguous.
I was startled, and looking at her innocent, bewitching face, I said, "How did you know?"
Michelle glanced at me with her beautiful eyes, gripped my penis tightly, and said slowly, "Putting aside the fact that you're spending every night at Golfclub now, the way you look at her every time is just weird. Do you think I'm blind?" I smiled bitterly and remained silent.
This weekend, I invited Jonathan to my office for a tryst. We'd never done it here before, and we were both very excited. I pinned her down on the thick carpet, hoisted her slender, pink legs onto my shoulders, and thrust my penis into her clitoris with increasing force, like a pile driver. She was overwhelmed with pleasure, panting heavily, and mumbling incoherently, "Good nephew...so amazing...ah!...I'm going to die...faster...faster!"
Just then, the door suddenly clicked open, and we were both startled, looking over. I was faking it, but when Joanna saw that it was Michelle who had slipped in, the shock and shame overwhelmed her, and she let out a soft "ah," her body trembling as she reached her climax.
I savored the pleasure of joanna's honey pot squeezing my penis like a wrung towel, admiring the beautiful sight of her tightly closed eyes, her long eyelashes trembling violently, and her pretty face flushed red as if dripping with water. I was about to burst, so I quickly held back my ejaculation and gently lowered her legs.
Michelle locked the door with a smile and slowly walked towards us, undressing as she did so. When she knelt down and her slender hand touched Joanna's breasts, she was already completely naked.
The completely different sensation on her chest told Joanna it was Michelle's hand. She abruptly opened her pretty eyes, still blushing, but staring at Michelle, and exclaimed, "You!!"
Michelle smiled tenderly and said, "Auntie, you're so beautiful."
I smiled silently, gently picked up Joanna's other jade rabbit, and tenderly stroked it.
Joanna looked at Michelle, then at me, and suddenly realized: "So you two were in cahoots."
I laughed and said, "Don't you like it?" While gently thrusting my hard, iron-like penis in and out, I used my other hand to scoop up Michelle's snowy breasts and gently knead them.
Michelle responded with a seductive moan, her other slender hand gently caressing Joanna's waist and hips.
Joanna glared at me fiercely with her beautiful eyes, but she was too weak to do anything about it. Her body reacted strongly to the multiple stimuli, and her face turned bright red. She simply closed her beautiful eyes, but a sob involuntarily escaped her nose.
As it turned out, our threesome experience was wonderful. Joanna came almost half as fast as usual. I gently pulled out my still-erect penis and gestured to the already aroused Michael to kneel on Joanna in a 69 position. She understood and lowered her head to clean Joanna's messy lips with her tongue, while sticking her beautiful buttocks up high. I then knelt behind her, thrusting my penis into her already overflowing honey hole.
Still immersed in the afterglow of her climax, Joanna heard the continuous slapping sounds of thighs hitting buttocks right beside her. She opened her eyes and found that Michelle and I were lewdly intertwined right under her nose, with a few drops of love juice hanging down above her mouth. Her breathing became heavy, but she hesitated for only a moment before reaching out and licking that drop of love juice into her mouth. She even gave me a lewd glance while reaching out her slender hand to caress Michelle's bouncing breasts.
I had been watching Joena's reaction closely. Seeing her actions, it was clear that she had overcome her inner demons and had no more doubts. I freed one hand and stroked her delicate face. As my hand slid over her cherry lips, she gently sucked on them. I took the opportunity to insert my index finger into her mouth. She deliberately blew, pulled, tugged, and bit my finger as if it were my penis, all the while watching intently as Michelle's honeyed lips fluttered inside and out with the thrusting of my penis.
In an instant, I felt my penis swell by three times, each thrust faster than the last, and the three of us reached orgasm simultaneously in perfect unison.
The clouds dispersed and the rain ceased. I helped the two women lie down beside me, my left arm around Michelle and my right around Jonathan. Their shapely bodies were exquisite, each displaying its own unique beauty. I felt the gentle pressure of their soft, snowy breasts against my chest, my hands lightly roaming over their smooth waists and hips, letting out a soft sigh of pleasure. Both women's flushed faces radiated intense, tender satisfaction; the only difference was that Michelle made no attempt to hide her ecstasy, while Jonathan remained somewhat shy.
From then on, having experienced the extreme stimulation and pleasure of threesomes, we started having more and more threesomes. Joanna would often sneak into my office during lunch breaks to enjoy my penis with Michelle, and Michelle also joined Joanna and me on our regular twice-monthly golf getaways.
Not only that, even when I wasn't around, Joanna was increasingly seen with Michelle. The harmony and tacit understanding between the two women even made Sabrina jealous, who lamented to me, "My aunt used to often invite me to get her hair done or a spa treatment, but now she almost always goes with Michelle."
I couldn't help but chuckle to myself: Of course, that's a relationship they built in bed!
IV. My sister-in-law Carolin
This weekend was family day, and my wife, who is about to give birth, and I went back to my father-in-law's house to spend the weekend. It's a large villa that my father-in-law bought in the suburbs a few years ago, and he reserved a room for us on the top floor. We occasionally come back to stay for a while.
On Saturday morning, the early autumn sun shone gently. My mother-in-law, in high spirits, woke us up early, and we set up a barbecue on the large lawn. Of course, the barbecue was really just for my brother-in-law Edward and me; the other women mostly stayed away from the fumes and played badminton on the tennis court nearby.
Edward and I chatted casually as we skillfully worked around the barbecue grill.
Edward joined the family business after graduation, and in less than two years, he has already earned the title of vice president. Apart from the undeniable factor of being a direct descendant, he is indeed quite capable. We chatted about some interesting things that happened in our respective offices, laughing heartily from time to time, so we weren't lonely.
As we were chatting and laughing, my sister-in-law, Sabrina's younger sister Caroline, walked towards us. At only 16 years old, she already showed excellent genetic traits and had blossomed into a beautiful young woman admired by everyone.
Although her exquisitely beautiful face still retained a hint of childishness, her clear and bright eyes, her fair and slender neck, her subtly developing breasts, her round and plump bottom, and her long and shapely legs all indicated that she was no longer a little kid, but a charming and lively young woman. Because she was playing basketball, she was wearing a close-fitting white t-shirt, paired with matching white athletic shorts and Nike sneakers, exuding youthful energy.
I looked at her rosy cheeks with a smile, my heart filled with warm affection. I felt that I wanted to do everything I could to protect her and let her grow up carefree without any harm.
"Brother-in-law!" Caroline appeared before us and conjured a small Macbook from behind her back, handing it to me. "My computer seems to have a virus. Can you take a look?" Her pretty face was full of pleading, making her incredibly cute.
Edward and I exchanged a knowing smile. This girl! Actually, her older brother Edward is a proper computer science graduate, far more capable than my half-baked computer skills as a finance major. She really chose the wrong person. But then again, it's true, whether Carole is asking for a birthday present or taking her pet to the vet, I'm always the first person she thinks of. Maybe it's because Edward is quite meticulous and seems unapproachable.
I laughed and said, "Alright, I'll take a look first. If the problem is serious, your older brother will have to step in."
Carolin pouted her cute little lips and said, "Brother-in-law can definitely handle it!" After saying that, she blinked and ran away.
I chuckled and sighed softly, instructing Edward to watch over the barbecue, then took my Macbook and sat down to the side.
The Caroline is Apple's latest product, as thin and light as a magazine, with a lovely grass-green color. I checked it with my antivirus software and found several worm viruses, some of which were even automatically hidden and couldn't be deleted automatically. I had to select the option to show all hidden files, find the hidden virus files one by one, and execute the deletion command.
The problem wasn't serious at all; I fixed it in just a few minutes. Just as I was about to shut down, I discovered a hidden folder named "recycled" on my D drive. I chuckled to myself. This girl isn't completely clueless! This little trick is clearly for hiding some shady stuff! Because there's no such system folder as "recycled" on the D drive. I did this kind of thing plenty of times when I was in school, putting pornographic videos and hentai comics in a folder with a completely unrelated name to avoid my girlfriend finding out.
What embarrassing things could Carolin possibly be collecting? I became curious. I knew I shouldn't pry into her privacy; after all, it's perfectly normal for a young girl to have feelings of attraction. So what if she collected a couple of pornographic films?
But when I looked up at Carole, who was enthusiastically cheering for her mother in the distance, her slender figure and round, plump buttocks suddenly ignited my desire like a fire. I took a deep breath and quietly opened the folder.
Sure enough, there were several videos inside, all with filenames containing numbers, which puzzled me. I randomly picked one and clicked on it. What I saw was two naked, intertwined bodies engaged in the most primal and shameful act of sexual intercourse.
Wait a minute! That man…it’s me! And that woman, who else could it be but Sabrina? That bed, that room, it’s our bedroom at my father-in-law’s house! Carole installed a camera in our bedroom to spy on us when we’re having sex?
A huge shock gripped my heart. I looked at Caroline, who was smiling innocently in the distance, and couldn't even believe it. Caroline, you're only 16!
Suppressing my turbulent emotions, I carefully recalled the incident. The video must have been from about six months ago. At that time, Sabrina wasn't heavily pregnant yet, and we were still having sex quite frequently. In other words, Carole had been spying on us for at least six months.
I tried opening a few other videos, and sure enough, they were all clips of Sabrina and me making love in different positions. There were only a few videos, and I clicked on the last one. This time, unusually, there was only one female body on the screen. But… wait! The person reclining was wearing a short white nightgown that barely reached her knees, the hem of which was now lifted up above her tightly pressed, slender legs. One of her shoulder straps had slipped down, revealing half of her snow-white breast. One of her delicate hands was gently kneading her breast, while the other was tucked between her thighs… Her beautiful face was flushed, her cherry lips were slightly parted, and her starry eyes were slightly closed… It was Carole herself!
This room is clearly still our bedroom. At first, I thought Sabrina was masturbating, but although her pretty face vaguely resembled Sabrina's, her alluring yet still somewhat awkward figure was undoubtedly Carolina!
I suddenly felt my mouth go dry and my heart pounding. Caroline on the screen was gently swaying her body, clearly overcome with desire. I felt a throbbing urge in my groin, and I desperately wanted to pull out my penis and masturbate right then and there. I suppressed my urges, forcing myself to watch the short ten-minute erotic scene before carefully erasing all traces and closing Macbook. Looking at the charming Caroline in the distance, I felt a criminal impulse rising within me.
When I returned the Macbook to Caroline, the instant her incredibly smooth, snow-white little hand touched my palm, I felt a surge of emotion, almost revealing a look of ecstasy.
After lunch, the women in the family started playing mahjong in the living room downstairs. I watched for a while, then excused myself to take a nap and went back to my bedroom. After closing the door, I checked the furnishings I had arranged before getting out of bed. Finally, I found a miniature camera under a landscape painting. What surprised me even more was that this camera was exactly the same as the one used for my video chat with Michael Le, which made my mind race.
Is it a coincidence? Unlikely. This camera isn't ordinary; it's expensive and hard to find. So, did Michelle give the camera to Carolin, or did the other way around?
Judging from the earliest time Carole captured our video, it was around the same time that Michael took out this camera and started video chatting with me… Maybe the camera in my room was originally installed by Michael, and she just shared the video with her cousin. Given her personality, that's perfectly normal.
I didn't remove the camera; on the contrary, I found being spied on by Caroline even more exciting and stimulating. Thinking about it, I felt a painful swelling in my penis. On a whim, I quietly opened the door and went out. Seeing no one around, I went to Caroline's bedroom. The door wasn't locked. I hesitated for a moment, then opened it and went in, closing the door behind me. I wasn't worried about anyone finding out, because there were only two bedrooms on the fourth floor, and Sabrina and Caroline hadn't even finished their eight rounds yet, so they naturally wouldn't come up.
Caroline's bedroom has the same layout as ours, but the decor is less somber, mainly in light colors, giving it a more lively and cozy feel. Actually, this wasn't my first time in her room. I remember last year on her birthday, everyone was drinking red wine, and she insisted on having some too. She got drunk after just one glass, and I had to carry her upstairs. But back then, I was more like a caring older brother, not realizing that our Caroline had grown into an incredibly charming and sweet young woman.
I naturally went to Carole's wardrobe, squatted down, and pulled open the bottom shelf. Sure enough, there was a row of neatly folded panties. I glanced at them; most were plain-colored girly panties in white, pink, yellow, and green, but one black pair at the very back stood out. I gently picked it up and discovered it was a semi-transparent lace t-back! I was thrilled. I gently unfolded the t-back and brought it to my nose for a deep sniff. Besides the pleasant fragrance, I detected a slight salty, fishy smell! It was the smell of vaginal fluid!! Had she worn it to masturbate and then put it away without washing it?
I felt like my penis was about to explode, so I quickly pulled down my pants, grabbed it with one hand, and started stroking it. The glans would occasionally lightly touch the small half of the translucent fabric covering my small t-back, making it seem to grow even larger. As I recalled Caroline's alluring body, my breathing became heavier, and my hand moved faster and faster. In just a few dozen strokes, I reached orgasm, and my semen gushed out. A small portion of it landed on the small t-back, while most of it fell onto the gleaming wooden floor.
I sat on the floor catching my breath for a while before quickly getting up to clean up the mess. The floor was manageable, but looking at the pool of semen on the T-back, I had a terrible headache. I quickly wiped it off with tissues, then used a hairdryer to dry it for a while. Once I was sure it looked normal, I carefully folded it and put it back. After doing all that, I hurried back to my room.
Lying in my own bed, I felt incredibly guilty and remorseful for a while. How could I have done such a thing to my wife's younger sister, who was only 16 years old!
Even so, by evening I had mostly shaken off those feelings. After helping Sabrina, who was over eight months pregnant, finish her bath and sit on the bed, I glanced at the camera and a strange thrill surged within me again. If I were having sex with a heavily pregnant Sabrina right now, what would Carole think if she saw it?
Thinking of this, I couldn't contain myself any longer and gently stroked Sabrina's large, full breasts through her pajamas. Sabrina gave me a playful glare and said, "You're almost a father, why don't you behave yourself?"
During Sabrina's pregnancy, although I started seeing Michelle and Joanna, on the one hand, out of guilt, I actively maintained sex with Sabrina two to three times a week; on the other hand, based on our close relationship, Michelle and Joanna felt guilty for taking her husband, and often urged me to spend more time with her. So, Sabrina was not neglected at all; on the contrary, she even felt that I was being a bit too demanding given her pregnancy. Therefore, for the sake of a healthy pregnancy, she limited the frequency of my sexual advances for the past month or two, and I was happy to spend more time with Michelle and Joanna.
I laughed and said, "Honey, we haven't done it for almost a month. Don't you want to?" As I spoke, I gently stroked her private parts along her round belly.
Actually, Sabrina is naturally alluring and has always been very interested in sex. Her recent period of abstinence had really been pent up for her, so she quickly responded to my teasing. She gave me a helpless glare, but couldn't help but grab my penis.
We've been married for a long time, and our coordination is already extremely skilled. Before long, Sabrina was panting heavily, her face flushed, and her love juices flowing freely. My penis was already rock hard. I quickly took off her nightgown and my shorts, and carefully helped her turn her back to me, sitting down in front of my penis.
The moment my penis pierced her, I felt an overwhelming sense of pleasure and let out a sigh. Being pregnant, the stickiness and heat inside her vagina were something I could never experience normally; my penis felt as comfortable as if it were soaking in a hot spring.
I held Sabrina's waist, helping her to rise and fall slowly. Sabrina's beautiful eyes were slightly closed, and she let out a soft moan. One hand wrapped around my neck, while the other unconsciously rubbed her full, fragrant breasts. As I felt the gentle pressure of Sabrina's plump buttocks, made especially plump by her pregnancy, against my lower abdomen and thighs, I wondered what kind of impact this lewd scene would have on Carole if she were spying on us. Our current position would allow her to see our genitals intertwined without any obstruction.
Sabrina, who had become particularly sensitive due to her pregnancy, couldn't withstand the stimulation and quickly climaxed. Although I was still aroused, I had no choice but to stop and help her lie down on the bed to rest. Sabrina looked at my still-erect penis with her pretty eyes, revealing an apologetic expression. She wanted to help me ejaculate with her mouth, but I was considerate of her large belly and declined her offer. Instead, I lay half-reclined beside her, gently caressing her breasts, while my mind was preoccupied with the possibility that Carole might be spying on me through a webcam.
Actually, I've always been quite satisfied with my appearance. I inherited excellent family genes; I'm handsome, refined, tall, and upright. Years of working out at the gym have given me well-developed muscles and a balanced physique. In particular, my two well-defined pectoral muscles and eight clearly defined abdominal muscles often make my women unable to resist them.
My current lying position perfectly accentuates my chest and abdominal muscles, while my erect penis stands tall and proud, its purple shaft, coated in vaginal fluid, exuding a sensual aura, its massive glans throbbing slightly.
Caroline, if you are really looking at me, is your heart already fluttering?
The next morning, I paid special attention to Carolin's expression, but to my surprise, her sunny and lively face showed no sign of anything amiss, which left me feeling quite disappointed.
After that incident, I took Sabrina back home. Because my wife was about to give birth, I spent a lot of time with her and didn't go back to my father-in-law's house. Gradually, I forgot about the ambiguous relationship with Caro Line.
A month passed in the blink of an eye, and I checked Sabrina into the hospital's VIP delivery room to await childbirth.
That day, Sabrina, who was lying in bed, suddenly smiled and said to me, "Honey, this Saturday is Carole's sixteenth birthday. I can't go, so can you pick out a gift for me and send it to her?"
Then it dawned on me, and there she was. Last year, Carole asked for the latest Applup 4; I wonder what she wants this year. She always tells me her gift list in advance, so why hasn't she called me yet?
So I went outside into the hallway and dialed Carolin's number.
Upon hearing my voice, she seemed delighted: "Your call is so timely, I was just about to call you."
I laughed and said, "My princess, tell me what you want for your birthday. Don't make it as difficult as last year, which made me search for ages in Hong Kong before I could find it."
"Hmph, if it were easy to buy, wouldn't that be a bargain for you? I haven't thought of a gift yet, I'll let you know later. But there's a parent-teacher conference at school this Saturday, and my mom comes every year, I'm so tired of it. How about you come this time? Consider it my first birthday wish," Caroline pleaded sweetly.
I've never been able to handle her, and since I have a free day this weekend at Golf, I figured I might as well go and keep her company. So I readily agreed.
On Saturday morning, I drove my Maserati to Caroline's school. I don't usually drive this flashy, but I knew that the students at this prestigious school had a strong culture of comparison, and I didn't want Caroline to be looked down upon by her classmates, so I drove this car specifically.
Sure enough, the security guard at the gate quickly saluted me with a look of awe and let me in.
After parking my car in a parking lot that rivals Shopping Mall, I took out my phone and called Caroline. Following her directions, I found an elegant and luxurious lecture hall that resembled a concert hall. The graceful Caroline was already waiting for me at the door. As soon as she saw me, she waved to me with a joyful expression.
She was wearing a sky-blue school uniform today, and her short skirt just reached above her rounded knees, revealing her fair and delicate calves. My heart skipped a beat, and I smiled and said, "I'm not late, am I?"
Caroline tilted her pretty face up and smiled sweetly, "Brother-in-law, you've arrived just in time. Let's go inside quickly."
She grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. I felt the soft, boneless texture of her small hand, its smooth, warm touch, and I suddenly felt aroused. Damn it! I'm the parent today, don't make a fool of myself! I silently berated myself.
Caroline led me to a seat, then sat down beside me, tilting her head to softly introduce the various teachers in the room. I felt her beautiful hair gently brush against my neck, tickling me uncomfortably, and I caught a faint, sweet fragrance of youth in my nose, instantly captivating me.
“Brother-in-law, look, that’s our music teacher. She’s the dream girl of all the male teachers in our school,” Caroline said, pointing to a beautiful woman on the side of the podium.
I looked closer and, sure enough, the teacher, dressed in a simple white dress, had a face like a peach blossom, a slender figure, and appeared to be around twenty-four or twenty-five years old—truly a rare beauty. However, compared to Sabrina, Michelle, and Joanna, she was several levels below, lacking that noble and elegant air. Now, like someone who's used to driving a Maserati, I've long lost interest in ordinary Japanese cars, so while this beautiful teacher was undeniably attractive, she wasn't enough to ignite my passion.
As I was lost in thought, Caroline, thinking I was engrossed in what I was watching, gently nudged me. I snapped out of my reverie, looked at her, and noticed a teasing smile on her face. I quickly explained, "No, I was just thinking about something else."
Caroline laughed when she heard that and said, "Don't worry, I won't tell my sister." Then she rolled her eyes at me.
After the lengthy presentation, there was time for parents and teachers to speak one-on-one. I chatted with Caroline's homeroom teacher and subject teachers for ages before finally catching my breath, grabbing a cup of coffee, and taking a short break. But soon I noticed Caroline walking towards me with a beautiful female teacher – it was the music teacher from earlier!
So close, I could admire the beautiful teacher's fair and delicate skin and her rather impressive figure. Sensing my undisguised admiration, she froze, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. I felt a surge of joy, as if I had returned to the carefree days of strolling among flowers a few years ago.
Caroline winked at me smugly and introduced us. Upon hearing that I was her brother-in-law, a slight hint of disappointment flashed in the eyes of the beautiful teacher named Linda. I found this amusing and, instead, perked up and launched into a lively conversation, showcasing my eloquence.
Linda kept avoiding my piercing gaze, a shy blush creeping onto her face, which filled me with a sense of pride. If Carole hadn't been there, I probably would have already memorized her phone number.
While we were having lunch in the cafeteria, which was comparable to a high-end hotel, Caroline handed me an envelope and said casually, "Misslinda asked me to give this to you."
I was slightly taken aback. I picked up the envelope and looked at it. It was sealed tightly, so Caroline probably hadn't peeked at it. What would shy Linda give me? My heart warmed. I quickly ate a few mouthfuls of rice, then excused myself to go to the restroom and opened the envelope to read it.
Inside was a neatly folded pink letter. I opened it, and the first thing I saw was a key. My heart pounded. I carefully read the delicate handwriting: "Two o'clock, come to the music room. 805." Suddenly, my mouth went dry. I never imagined Linda, with her innocent and shy appearance, could be so bold! What else did I have to worry about? Of course, I would go alone.
After lunch, there weren't any plans left. Around 1:30, I made an excuse to send Caroline away and quietly slipped away to the teaching building area. This school is huge; I had to ask several people for directions before I found the building where the music classroom was located, and then I circled around several times before finally finding it. Sitting in the elevator, I could barely contain my excitement.
When I got to the eighth floor, I found it deserted. It seemed everyone was in the lecture hall because of the parents' meeting. Following the room numbers, I quickly found room 805. The window was tightly closed, with thick curtains hanging inside, obscuring what was happening. I quietly unlocked the door with my key, slipped inside, and locked the door from the inside.
The lights were off inside, but as soon as I opened the door, I heard the tinkling of a piano. Linda must have arrived already. I waited a while until my eyes adjusted to the darkness, and following the sound, I could vaguely make out a beautiful figure sitting at the piano, engrossed in playing. I stepped onto the heavy carpet, suppressing the surging emotions within me, and slowly walked towards Linda.
"What a beautiful variation of 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star'!" I clapped my hands gently in praise.
With my cultural background, it wasn't difficult for me to recognize this famous Mozart piece. This piece depicts a young girl's first love confessing her feelings to her mother. Others might not understand it, but I immediately grasped the beauty's sentiments. However, wasn't it a bit too fast for her to fall for me?
She wasn't bothered by my recognition of the piece; the piano music flowed merrily and playfully. By then, I was behind her. I gently touched her fragrant shoulder, lowered my head to her head near her sweet hair, and whispered, "The music is beautiful, but you are even more beautiful."
Her delicate body trembled slightly, and I took the opportunity to kiss her earlobe, my hand skillfully sliding up her chest. Through her clothes and bra, I could clearly feel the amazing elasticity of her full breasts, an elasticity I had never felt on any other woman. I couldn't help but sigh at my good fortune, my mouth went dry, and my hands could no longer move away, gently kneading them.
She could no longer play, so she simply abandoned the keys and wrapped her arms around me. My skillful teasing made her gasp softly. I had already unhooked her bra with one hand, and my hand slid inside her collar. The smooth, delicate skin filled me with ecstasy once again. She was too perfect; I hadn't even felt this way with Sabrina, Michelle, or Joanna! But when I saw her earlier, I didn't think she was this stunning.
A moment of doubt flashed through my mind. My penis was swollen and trembling violently. My hand couldn't wait to climb onto her warm, snowy breasts. The wonderful touch almost made me lose control of my ejaculation. I took a breath and was about to kiss her cherry lips when I heard her let out a soft moan and say indistinctly, "Brother-in-law... I'm so hot."
Those words were like five slaps to the head, leaving me seeing stars. I abruptly released her, took a few steps back, and exclaimed, "Caroline?!"
Perhaps my reaction was too strong, because she was silent for a while before saying softly, "Are you very disappointed?"
It really is caroline!
My mind was a complete mess, and I managed to say with difficulty, "It's not disappointment. But you're still young, and you're Sabrina's little sister!"
"You don't like me?" Caroline's voice trembled slightly.
I was speechless. How could I not like her! I've even masturbated in front of her underwear! But, actually having a relationship with her is another matter entirely! Damn it, she might still be a virgin! How could I ruin her purity for a moment's pleasure! Although virginity isn't valued much these days, her status is different! Her father-in-law might have already arranged a marriage for her, and if the man has old-fashioned ideas, her future will be miserable!
My thoughts raced, and suddenly, with a snap, the lights came on. Caroline stood not far in front of me, her face filled with sorrow. Her clothes were disheveled, even revealing half of her shoulder. Looking at her tear-streaked face, I felt a pang of sadness. She actually looked very alluring, but strangely, I couldn't feel any desire.
"Is it because I'm not as good as my sister?" Caroline's voice was hoarse, and she even started to take off her clothes.
As I watched her delicate, snow-white skin being revealed inch by inch, my mind in turmoil, I said, "Carole! Don't be like this. You're actually very beautiful, even more beautiful than your sister. But it's not about beauty. Do you understand?"
Caroline suddenly stopped what she was doing. Although her beautiful eyes were still glistening with tears, a slight smile finally appeared on her face: "Then how do you explain doing that kind of thing with my underwear?"
"I..." I was speechless for a moment, cold sweat pouring down my back. "How did you know?"
Caroline walked lightly toward me, her face full of mockery, as if she enjoyed seeing me embarrassed. She said leisurely, "Do you think I wouldn't know a scent that doesn't belong to me?"
She drew closer, and I felt flustered, unsure of what to do. She was already in front of me, and suddenly said softly, "Didn't you ask me what I wanted for my birthday? I'll tell you now. I want this."
Before I could react, I felt her small hand grip my penis tightly. The intense stimulation caused it to spring back to its former glory. I was panting heavily when I heard her say coquettishly, "I've already said all that, are you even a man?!"
As expected of Michelle's cousin! The tone is exactly the same! That's right, she's already put it this way, what am I worried about? At worst, I'll take her for hymen restoration surgery. With money, there's nothing that can't be done!
Having overcome my mental block, I smiled with relief, pulled her petite and soft body into my arms, and said gently, "You dare to tease your brother-in-law? See how I punish you."
Caroline boldly met my gaze, her pretty eyes filled with anticipation, yet tinged with a hint of trepidation. I gently kissed her cherry lips; her response was so awkward that I was almost certain she had never experienced anything like this before. Her fragrant tongue clumsily responded to my teasing, and my hands, without stopping, had already stripped her of her clothes. Her hands fumbled for my belt, but she couldn't undo it. I pressed her soft, delicate hands down and said gently, "You still need to study hard." As I spoke, I deftly pulled down my pants with one hand.
Caroline spat lightly, her beautiful eyes fixed on my penis without blinking. It seemed this was her first time being so close to such a monstrous thing, so she was quite shocked. I chuckled and guided her slender hand to grasp my penis. The touch of her soft little hand made me sigh with pleasure.
I gently laid Caroline flat on the thick carpet, stripped off my upper clothes, and gently leaned over her. I had actually seen her naked in a video before, but experiencing it in person was completely different!
Although her figure was still somewhat immature due to her age, it was already quite impressive with its curves in all the right places. Most remarkably, her skin was incredibly smooth and elastic, a perfection I had never seen before. Her two snow-white breasts were quite round, with light areolas, small pink nipples, and sparse hair at the base of her long, slender legs, and tightly closed pink labia…
I admired her every part with the greed of someone admiring a rare work of art, finding each spot exquisitely beautiful. Given time, I was certain she would surpass Sabrina, Michelle, and Joanna in beauty and allure! And this beauty lay beneath me now…
Perhaps my smile was too ambiguous, and my movements too slow, because Carolin said shyly and gently, "Brother-in-law..."
I snapped out of my daze at her words and gently captured her cherry lips with mine. Tasting the intoxicating pleasure of the kiss, she responded passionately to my tongue, even struggling to breathe several times. While savoring her inexperienced responses, I used my hands to intensify the stimulation of her breasts, slender waist, pert buttocks, and shapely legs…
Having never experienced the pleasures of love, Caroline quickly became lost in the shameful ecstasy, forgetting to kiss me. She gently furrowed her delicate brows, her starry eyes were hazy, her cherry lips were slightly parted, and she occasionally let out a low moan.
I could already feel the steaming moisture from her tender honey pot on my hands, so I gently parted her legs, knelt between them, and prepared myself. Caroline's pretty face was flushed red, and as she watched my thick, long penis throb, she said gently, "Brother-in-law, make me a woman."
I smiled and nodded, then leaned down, placing the glans between my lips and slowly squeezing it in.
My enormous size made Caroline gasp softly, biting her lower lip. I knew that the first time was more painful than pleasurable for a girl, and I sighed inwardly, but without pausing, I thrust straight in, because a short pain is worse than a long one.
The moment the membrane pierced, the unbearable pain caused Caroline to let out a soft cry. Her body arched, and she bit my arm tightly, a fine layer of fragrant sweat beading on her smooth forehead. I stroked her face with a mixture of tenderness and affection, my penis ceasing its movement. The layers of tender flesh inside her honeyed cave squeezed my penis desperately, as if trying to expel it, or as if trying to tear it to pieces.
I took a deep breath, firmly controlling my ejaculation, and kissed Caroline's cherry lips. Caroline, still in unbearable pain, nibbled and bit at me. I gently patted her delicate body, signaling her to relax. After more than ten minutes, the pain on her pretty face subsided slightly. She said with lingering fear, "I thought it would be very high, but who knew it would hurt so much!"
I chuckled and said, "Every woman's first time is painful, but it won't hurt after that, silly."
Caroline blushed and gave me a sidelong glance.
To let Carolin experience some pleasure without leaving her with psychological trauma, I used all sorts of techniques to stimulate and tease her sensitive areas. Sure enough, she quickly became aroused, and her love juices flowed freely. I gently moved my penis in and out, and her face showed a mixture of discomfort and pleasure.
I knew she couldn't withstand the onslaught today, and after a few dozen quick thrusts, she released her pent-up semen. The powerful ejaculation made her body tremble, and she desperately arched her buttocks towards my crotch. Although she didn't truly reach orgasm, she still showed a satisfied and joyful smile.
Overwhelmed with emotion, I gently pulled my now-soft penis out and held Caroline close to my chest. She seemed exhausted from her first time, curled up in my arms and slept soundly for almost an hour before waking up.
I pointed to the scattered pink spots on the carpet and showed them to her. Her cheeks flushed, and she nestled in my arms, saying softly, "Music is my best subject. I've been praised by the teacher countless times in this classroom, and I'm even the class representative. It's perfect to leave my most unforgettable memories here."
I was moved and filled with affection, so I gently kissed her cherry lips.
We lingered for a long time before I helped her get dressed. My movements were very gentle, my fingers lingering on her delicate skin. She felt my deep love, and her pretty face was filled with both emotion and pride.
Caroline, who had just lost her virginity, was quite unsteady on her feet. She glared at me reproachfully and said, "It's all your fault." I chuckled and helped her up.
When we got home that evening, Caroline tried her best to appear unaffected, smiling broadly as she accepted everyone's gifts and well wishes. Although Caroline hadn't told me beforehand what birthday present she wanted, I still put some thought into choosing a Swarovski crystal necklace for her. She took it, happily unwrapped it, and immediately put it on. In front of everyone, she even gave me a light kiss on the cheek, exclaiming, "My brother-in-law is the best to me!"
His words made everyone burst into laughter.
"Oh dear, you've forgotten your mother now that you have a brother-in-law," the mother-in-law teased.
Upon hearing this, Carolin ran over to hug her mother-in-law with a charmingly innocent expression and exclaimed, "Mom, you just know how to make fun of me."
Looking at the mother and daughter, I felt a surge of warmth in my heart.
Actually, my mother-in-law, Jennifer, is only forty-two years old this year. She got married at eighteen after becoming pregnant and gave birth to Edward. Later, she had two more daughters. Because she was young when she gave birth, her figure didn't change at all. In addition, she had been pampered since childhood and took good care of herself. Not only did she not look old, but she looked like she was in her early thirties. Of course, due to childbirth and age, her figure is quite plump, but she doesn't look fat at all. In eight words, she is full-breasted and has a full bottom, mature and beautiful.
Today, she wore a white cheongsam adorned with a few pink peonies, which accentuated the fullness of her breasts, the pertness of her hips, and her flat, firm stomach. I was sure she'd turn heads on the street just as much as her two daughters. I thought to myself, making a comparison. Watching her stand next to Caroline, they looked like two beautiful sisters, one big and one small, radiating stunning charm.
Actually, no outsiders were invited to Carole's birthday party today, but I wasn't surprised that my mother-in-law was wearing a formal cheongsam, because she is a true socialite and always dresses impeccably at home.
Michelle and Jonathan came today too. They both adore Caroline and brought exquisite gifts. Watching them stand side-by-side, I secretly cast a loving glance my way. Actually, their gazes also lingered on me from time to time. Sensing my gaze, Jonathan blushed and gave me a playful glare, seemingly thinking I was being a bit too bold. Michelle, on the other hand, boldly returned my gaze, a knowing smile playing on her lips.
At the dinner party, Caroline seemed very excited and kept asking for red wine. As expected, she got drunk after just one glass, her cheeks flushed and her beautiful eyes glazed over. I was afraid she would say something inappropriate, so I quickly reminded Michelle and Joanna to help her back to her room to rest.
That night, I lay in my bedroom, tossing and turning. Sabrina had gone to the hospital's delivery room and hadn't come back with me. To be honest, my encounter with Caroline that afternoon hadn't satisfied me. And with Michelle and Joanna sleeping in the guest room downstairs, I was even more restless.
Just as she was hesitating whether to go and find them having an affair, she heard the door lock click open, and two slender figures slipped in. Who else could it be but the two of them!
I was surprised by their boldness, and I felt an indescribable thrill and excitement. I grabbed both of them and passionately kissed them. I had been busy taking care of Sabrina lately and had indeed neglected them a bit. At this moment, they were also burning with passion, and the two of them cooperated exceptionally well. Soon, the three of us were naked and entangled together. Joanna sat down and swallowed my penis into her wet, sweet vagina, while Michelle simply faced Joanna and sat on my mouth, enjoying my meticulous oral service.
The two women caressed each other's proud, erect breasts with their slender hands, their moans rising and falling clearly. I quickly brought Jonathan to climax, first laying her flat on her back, then gesturing for Michelle to lie down as well. Turning to face Jonathan, who was still immersed in the afterglow of her orgasm, I lifted her slender, fair legs and penetrated her from the side. Michelle didn't forget to caress Jonathan's rosy skin with her slender hands, and Jonathan quickly responded again, embracing Michelle tightly and engaging in a passionate kiss.
All three of us were in high spirits, trying several different positions. Both women reached their peaks one after another, and I finally planted my seed deep inside Jonathan's honey pot. I held Jonathan, who was incredibly beautiful after her orgasm, and enjoyed Michelle's sweet tongue carefully cleaning my penis. Suddenly, a thought struck me: that camera!
Hopefully Caroline is asleep and can't see me having an affair with her cousin and aunt!
The next day, I paid special attention to Carole's expression, and thankfully I didn't notice anything unusual. However, when no one was looking, she secretly squeezed my penis and whispered sweetly, "I'm going home next Wednesday, you come back too." That girl!
I deliberately took Michelle and Jonna, who looked particularly languid and charming after sex, home. However, the three of us then tacitly decided to have another intense lovemaking session at Jonna's house. So, it wasn't until after 5 p.m. that I finally went to the hospital to visit Sabrin A, my legs feeling a little weak.
I am deeply indebted to this beauty, so what does it matter if I am a little tired?
Wednesday arrived in the blink of an eye, and I arrived at my mother-in-law's house quite late. To avoid arousing her suspicion, I made an excuse that I had a business dinner nearby that night and it was too late to go back to the city for the night.
Looking at my slightly tipsy face, my mother-in-law said earnestly, "Xiaoshan, business is important, but health is more important, and family is more important. Don't be like your father, always fooling around outside."
Fueled by the alcohol, I boldly gazed at her radiant face, untouched by the passage of time, and was surprisingly moved. The "my dad" she spoke of was clearly referring to my father-in-law.
Jenniffer, has your father-in-law been neglecting you, making you feel resentful? That's true, forty-two is the prime of life, but your father-in-law is keeping several women outside and doesn't come home for days on end, so it's no wonder she's feeling down.
Seeing her pretty face gradually turn into a reproachful expression, I realized that I had been staring at her for too long, and quickly said, "Mom is right, I only go out for social events occasionally. You didn't see that I came home so early."
The mother-in-law's expression softened, and she said, "Hmm. I know you're a good child, but you should also be careful not to pick up lazy habits. You should get some rest."
Actually, Carole had been hiding at the bottom of the stairs, gesturing for me to come upstairs. Hearing this, I felt relieved, said goodnight to my mother-in-law, and went back to my bedroom.
I didn't actually go back to my own bedroom. Instead, I went straight into Caroline's room, locked the door, and before I could even turn around, I felt Caroline hug me tightly from behind like the wind, and she said in a sweet, reproachful voice, "Why are you so late? You've been drinking!"
I turned around, picked up her fragrant and soft body, and carried her to the bed, laughing as I said, "You're so young, yet you're already trying to control men. Let's see how I punish you."
Caroline pouted her bright red lips and looked at me with seductive eyes, clearly full of anticipation for my punishment.
Soon, Caroline became a limp little lamb in my hands. I used all my skills to tease her until she was panting and blushing, then, in the most traditional position, I thrust into her from the front. Her tender honey hole was still incredibly tight, but it could now accommodate my enormous size. I gently thrust my hips in and out, admiring the shy expression on her pretty face, while my hands continued to caress her beautiful breasts and slender waist.
Gradually, she began to experience the intense pleasure, her soft moans and whimpers filling the air. I pressed on, and finally, I led her to her first true orgasm. In that instant, she cried out softly, her limbs tightly wrapped around me, her face radiating extreme satisfaction and pleasure. Her voice was so loud that I worried whether others might hear it.
Having tasted the sweetness, Caroline quickly got up again and demanded more pleasure from me, even initiating several times to assume embarrassing and difficult positions. Of course, I didn't ask her where she learned them, because I knew perfectly well that Sabrina and I had tried those positions in the room across the street. This girl learned them quickly!
That night, I deliberately wanted to show off my strength. I held back my ejaculation, fulfilling Carolin's every request. I even forgot how many times she had climaxed, until her lips were slightly swollen and her body was limp and powerless, before I finally released my seed inside her. She was extremely sensitive at that point, and the repeated ejaculations brought her to another small orgasm. I was also extremely tired, and I simply held her petite body and fell asleep.
The next day, when I struggled to get up for work, Caroline, still feeling weak all over, gave me a playful glare and went straight to the phone to ask the school for leave. I gazed lovingly at her languid yet radiant face, clearly feeling her deep affection for me, and I felt both proud and a little uneasy.
From then on, Caroline frequently seized opportunities to make love to me, and she grew increasingly beautiful, her breasts and hips becoming more rounded, exuding an alluring charm. But the more obvious her changes became, the more worried I became, fearing that one day my mother-in-law would discover the secret that she was no longer a virgin. V. Mother-in-law Jennifer
In the blink of an eye, my son is already six months old. This little guy is so adorable, with rosy lips and white teeth. Not only does his mother, Sabrina, hold him all day long and never let go, but even Michelle, Joanna, and Caroline dote on him. They buy him little clothes and toys every few days. Perhaps it's because of their close relationship with me, but they really treat him like half a son.
Sabrina took her son to Hong Kong for a few days, which gave me some peace and quiet. Today, a client treated me to a club in the suburbs, so I had a great time without any worries. Perhaps because of its remote location, the club's entertainment was extremely open; the girls even jumped onto the tables and started stripping while we were drinking. Although they were all pretty ordinary women, they still had a knack for seducing men, leaving me with a pent-up desire that I couldn't release.
We partied until very late, and I was a bit tipsy, so I decided not to go home and went straight to my mother-in-law's house. The maid recognized me and quickly opened the door for me. I kicked off my shoes and went straight upstairs to find a bed to sleep in.
When I arrived at my bedroom, the door was ajar. I didn't think much of it and pushed it open. The lights were off, but I could vaguely see a slender figure bending over in front of the wardrobe, looking for something. I chuckled to myself, thinking, "Could it be Carole who's come home?"
I was quite drunk and didn't think much of it. I staggered up behind her, ignoring her gasp and the way she turned around. I grabbed her and chuckled as I whispered, "What are you looking for? Why aren't the lights on?" As I spoke, my large hand was already caressing her breasts.
But almost instantly, my drunkenness vanished. The full, soft flesh I touched was definitely not any woman in this house with whom I had ever been intimate! Could it be my mother-in-law?! Only she has D-cup breasts! But what was she doing in my room?
For a moment, my thoughts were sluggish, and I didn't know what to do. Her breasts were still in my hands, and I was even unconsciously kneading them. For more than ten seconds, I remained in the same position before my thoughts gradually cleared: I was sluggish because of the alcohol, but why wasn't she struggling? Her chest was even heaving quite violently, and her panting was quite heavy! Could it be that she was also thinking of going along with it? It was only then that I realized that my erect penis was already pressing against her full, round buttocks, no wonder she had reacted.
A bold idea rose in my mind. Such an opportunity was hard to come by. She probably thought I mistook her for Sabrina. Why not turn the tables and take her right there and then? At any other time and place, how could I possibly get close to this beautiful and alluring mature woman?
I didn't even think about the consequences of my actions. Instead, I felt an indescribable excitement. My large hands kept moving, kneading her warm and soft breasts through her thin nightgown while sliding down her flat, fat-free abdomen to between her legs.
She was completely naked beneath her nightgown, and I could clearly feel the warmth and softness of her breasts, while her private parts were already damp. She passively received my caresses, her breathing growing heavier, her delicate body trembling slightly. Perhaps she was still struggling with her desires, but she clearly succumbed to lust very quickly, because her soft, jade-like hands couldn't help but reach back and grasp my penis!
Seeing this, I was overjoyed and whispered, "Darling, you have such a beautiful figure, I love it to death!" I quickly took off my own clothes and then reached for her nightgown. I had learned a valuable lesson from Joanna: as women age, no matter how well they take care of themselves, they often lack a certain confidence. At such times, appropriate compliments can easily win their favor.
Sure enough, Jenniffer hesitated only slightly before helping me remove her nightgown. I held her and lay her down on the bed, my hands flying, caressing every part of her body, because I feared that once dawn broke, I would never have the chance to be so close to her again.
It was at this moment that I truly admired her. Her figure was indeed impeccable. Her skin was still taut all over, without an ounce of excess fat. In particular, her full breasts remained upright, and her round, perky buttocks showed no signs of sagging. Moreover, her fully mature and voluptuous body was exceptionally soft and smooth, with an indescribably pleasant touch. She was indeed a top-quality mature woman!
My teasing ignited Jenniffer's desire. Perhaps she thought my foreplay was too long, because she gently pushed me down with her slender hand, lifted her plump buttocks slightly, and swallowed my erect penis into her wet honey hole, slowly stroking it.
Her vagina was no longer as tight as her younger counterparts', but her love juices were unusually thick and intense, making the journey of my penis feel somewhat sluggish and thus more sensual. The dense folds of flesh inside her vagina, like hundreds of charming little mouths, rubbed and sucked against my penis, giving me an unprecedentedly intense pleasure.
I sighed comfortably as I caressed her swaying breasts with both hands.
Gradually, the sobs from her nose became more and more pronounced. If she weren't afraid I would recognize her voice, she probably would have already started moaning loudly. Her beautiful buttocks rose and fell faster and faster, slapping against my thighs with a loud slapping sound. While I felt secretly pleased, I also felt that I had made a great achievement. Her wantonness in bed was even better than that of her juniors!
I knew she was close to her climax, so I held her slender waist with both hands to help her speed up. After another twenty or so strokes, she trembled and came, collapsing limply onto me.
That night, I truly witnessed what insatiable desire meant. Each time, after a brief moment of recovery following her climax, Jenniffer would guide me to penetrate her honeyed passage again. Of course, I gladly obliged, but her climaxes came faster and faster with each one. The last time, when we reached the summit together, her hot, delicate body was already limp and trembling slightly.
This intense lovemaking lasted for nearly an hour, leaving me utterly exhausted, and I fell into a deep sleep. When I awoke, the beauty beside me was gone. If it weren't for the lingering fragrance of her body on my pillow, the messy stains on the bed, and the neatly folded blankets reminding me, I would almost have thought that last night was nothing but a dream.
I stroked my cheek, savoring the afterglow of last night's encounter, and couldn't help but chuckle. Wait a minute? The spot Jennife was fumbling around in last night—wasn't that the drawer where I keep my underwear? Perhaps she was looking for my underwear? The thought sent a shiver down my spine. It seems my mother-in-law isn't entirely indifferent to me after all.
After washing up, I went downstairs, only to hear from the maid that Jenniffer had already gone for a spa treatment. I knew in my heart that she couldn't face me honestly. Although she thought I had mistaken her for Sabrina, I'm not stupid; I would naturally realize later that it wasn't Sabrina at all. Perhaps she hoped I would tacitly forget about it.
After that incident, I was extremely busy, having to take care of my wife and children while also having affairs with Michelle, Joanna, and Caroline. I was so overwhelmed that I didn't visit my mother-in-law's house again, and I did gradually forget that romantic interlude.
A little over a month later, on Saturday, it was family day again. I took my wife and son to my mother-in-law's house early. My father-in-law was practicing Tai Chi in the garden, Edward and his wife, Carole, were still asleep, and the others who lived outside weren't up this early either. So only my mother-in-law was sitting in the spacious living room reading the newspaper. When she saw us come in, she smiled and said, "You've come early."
I pretended to be nonchalant and stole a glance at her. Today she was wearing a pure white tracksuit, looking quite youthful and lively. Her still-bright and beautiful face, along with her smooth and slender pink neck, made her look like Sabrina's older sister. When I called her "Mom," she looked at me deeply with her beautiful eyes, her face showing no unusual expression, and gave me a warm smile.
The two women played with my son for a while, and then suddenly Jennifer smiled and said to me, "Xiaoshan, it's still early. Why don't you take me and Sabrina to get a spa treatment? Your dad can take care of Xiaohuzi. He's been wanting to hold his grandson for a long time anyway."
Of course, I had no objection. So I drove my Volvo and took the mother and daughter to their usual spa. I was about to say that I would wait outside when Jennifer spoke up: "Xiaoshan, you should join us too. They have a men's section. Men need to take care of themselves too."
Of course, I wholeheartedly agree. I've always loved spas; they relax my mind and body, and more importantly, the gentle touch of a beautiful masseuse's hands caressing my entire body is incredibly pleasurable. This top-notch spa has stunningly beautiful masseuses; I've been there a few times myself, so I know what I'm talking about.
The receptionist led me into a private room and then left. I looked around with satisfaction; the decor was luxurious yet tasteful, just my type. I took off my clothes, took a refreshing shower, then soaked in the fragrant bath for a while before putting on my shorts and lying down on the large, comfortable massage bed.
A slender masseuse wearing a mask was already quietly waiting to the side; it seemed she had come in while I was showering. The lighting was dim, so I couldn't see her face clearly, but I've always had confidence in the quality of the masseuses at this spa, so I didn't think much of it. As soon as I lay down, she gracefully came over, covered my lower body with a towel, took some rose essential oil, and began massaging my back.
Her technique was a bit clumsy, perhaps because she was a beginner, but fortunately her palms were soft and smooth, which was a pleasant surprise. I closed my eyes, feeling the wonderful touch of her warm and soft palms, a pleasure beyond words.
After massaging my back, she gently pulled down my shorts, poured some essential oil, and began to caress my firm buttocks. I was a little surprised. This spa has always been professional, and they always avoid sensitive areas when massaging male customers. Has it changed now? Since the beautiful masseuse offered her services, I certainly wouldn't refuse. I felt her slender fingers constantly stroking my buttocks, occasionally slipping into my cleft to tease my anus, and even reaching forward to the tip of my already swollen penis.
That feels so good! I got goosebumps all over my body from excitement.
Now I can look forward to how she will massage my penis after I roll over.
However, the beautiful masseuse seemed to understand men's psychology well. After I turned over, she didn't immediately get to the point. Instead, she sat behind me and began massaging my shoulders and neck. It's important to know that men don't just pursue the immediate pleasure of ejaculation; the build-up of pleasure beforehand is also crucial. This is because male orgasms, unlike women's, don't lack a refractory period; men quickly lose interest after ejaculation.
Although it was just a neck and shoulder massage, the ecstasy I experienced was no less intense than before. The beautiful masseuse was practically sitting right next to my head, and the height of her chair was just right so that her full, soft breasts pressed against my head. That gentle pressure made my penis never stop, throbbing and bulging in the air. Even though it was dark, the beautiful masseuse seemed to sense it, her breathing becoming a little heavy, and her fragrant breath brushed against my face.
Her slender hands moved steadily, gradually moving to my two well-defined pectoral muscles, intentionally or unintentionally stimulating my nipples. My pleasure intensified, and my mouth became dry.
A moment later, the beautiful masseuse stood up and walked to my side to massage my abdomen. She skillfully brushed against my penis occasionally, making me unable to stop, and then she massaged my legs. She gently spread my legs apart, her pink palms stimulating the inside of my thighs, and then gently moving upwards to my groin, causing me to tremble with excitement.
She was so methodical that even I, a seasoned veteran of romantic encounters, felt a little restless and thought she was being far too slow. Just as I was about to speak, I felt a surge of heat in my penis; the main event was finally about to begin.
But I immediately realized I received far more than I expected. That delicate, moist touch was clearly her tongue! This spa is really going to extreme lengths to satisfy its customers! I felt her gently lick my massive glans, and then my entire penis entered a warm, moist cavity. She was using her mouth to service me!
The intense stimulation almost made me ejaculate. She would sometimes lightly lick with her tongue, and sometimes suck deeply with her throat. I felt like I was floating on air. Just as I felt the pleasure building up faster and faster, I suddenly felt a lightness on my penis. She had released it.
What's going on? I was wondering what was happening and was about to open my eyes to ask when I felt my penis get hot and enter a cavity that was many times hotter and slipperier than before! Oh my god! She was swallowing my penis with her honey pot!
I opened my eyes in shock. Yes, she was indeed kneeling on top of me, shamelessly thrusting her buttocks. My penis was throbbing with pleasure, but a flicker of anger and shock still crossed my mind: Are you kidding me?! Even if you're going to do it for real, you should at least put on a condom! Damn it, I have so many women waiting for me at home; I can't afford to catch some weird diseases outside!
But wait! The feeling of her honeypot... it's so familiar! Those intricate folds, that thick, sticky nectar—that's the feeling I had when I entered Jennifer! The more I thought about it, the more uneasy I felt. I stared intently at her pretty face in the dim light. Although most of her face was covered by a mask, the occasional glances she gave me... Jennifer, I never imagined you'd be so bold!
Feeling reassured, I pretended not to notice and cooperated with her movements. As she sat down, I subtly thrust my hips upwards. Her movements were already quite pronounced, and now my thick, long penis repeatedly struck her clitoris, causing her to let out a soft moan. Her hips rose and fell faster and faster, and just before she reached her peak, I suddenly sat up, one hand around her slender waist, the other pulling down her mask. I said softly, "Mom!"
Jenniffer was caught off guard, her pretty face filled with horror, but her beautiful buttocks convulsed uncontrollably twice, and she shamefully ejaculated. She clung tightly to my body, convulsing for a dozen or so times before stopping, which shows how intense her orgasm was.
After her breathing gradually calmed down, the room suddenly became deathly silent. How was she supposed to face this situation? She had just experienced an orgasm with her son-in-law, and my penis was still erect inside her!
"Xiaoshan, I..." she began with difficulty, her voice barely audible, filled with unease, self-blame, and hesitation.
I interrupted her and said softly, "Jenniffer! You are beautiful, and I like you very much, so this is how it happened. It's natural, isn't it?"
She gave me a grateful look, understanding what I was thinking.
I call her Jenniffer, intending to downplay our forbidden relationship. Indeed, in a prominent family like ours, it's not uncommon for men to have affairs, even socialites and wealthy women have secret lovers. If she can let go of our illicit relationship, she might very well open up to me completely.
I deliberately wiggled my rock-hard penis and laughed, "Besides, you're so beautiful, why should you let some stinky man outside take advantage of you?"
Upon hearing this, Jennifer's embarrassment subsided slightly, and she spit out, "Aren't you a stinky man too?"
"Whether I smell bad or not, didn't you just taste it?" My voice was thick with moisture.
These flippant words made Jenniffer incredibly embarrassed, and she lowered her head and bit my shoulder. Looking at her incomparably beautiful face, I was filled with desire, and I cupped her plump, round buttocks with my large hands, helping her to rise and fall gently.
Jennifer, gradually loosening her embrace, responded to my fierce attacks, waves of pleasure washing over her. When I finally climaxed inside her, the languid satisfaction on her pretty face amazed me; she, nourished by the rain and dew, possessed such astonishing allure.
On the way home, Sabrina asked Jennifer curiously, "Mom, what kind of treatment did you have? How come the effect is so obvious? You look several years younger than before."
Jennifer gave me a meaningful look and laughed, "Look at what you're saying. As long as you're filial and sensible, I'll naturally grow younger and younger."
Upon hearing this, a knowing smile appeared on my lips.
From then on, Jenniffer resolved her inner conflict, and our affair became more and more frequent. She would often call me home under some pretext. Of course, to avoid arousing Sabrina's suspicion, she would usually have me bring Sabrina along. Then, while Sabrina was taking care of Little Tiger, she would pull me into her room, study, or bathroom for a quickie.
If Sabrina didn't come back with me, she would leisurely flirt with me and enjoy a night of passionate lovemaking. I gradually discovered with delight that her promiscuity in bed was in no way inferior to that of Michelle and Sabrina. I couldn't help but sigh, "Like mother, like daughter."
Later, she confessed, somewhat embarrassed, that she had indeed been in my room that night intending to take my underwear. When she told me this, I deliberately put on a stern face and ordered her, as punishment, that she never wear underwear to any future family gatherings.
So from then on, whenever there was a family dinner, Jenniffer would always be completely naked inside her high-waisted, slit cheongsam or elegant evening gown. After the dinner, she would always find an excuse to be alone with me, and then use her alluring, wet, and exposed vagina, which had been exposed to the air all night, to swallow my penis inch by inch, squeezing out every last drop of my seed, before finally letting me leave satisfied.
My affairs with Caroline and Jennifer resulted in me visiting the Wang family more and more frequently. I grew increasingly worried that one day Caroline and Jennifer would find out I was having affairs with both of them, and the thought gave me a headache. But like an addict, I was hopelessly infatuated with these two alluring women, so I could only resign myself to fate.
One time, I stayed overnight at my father-in-law's house. Caroline had told me well in advance that she would come to my room at 11 pm, so I was already in bed, resting and ready for anything. However, at only 10:30 pm, a beautiful figure darted into my room and onto my bed. The moment her delicate body was in my arms, I knew it was Jenni Ferr!
Before I could even think any further, I realized she had already taken my penis inside her. I could even imagine that when Carole came to my door at eleven o'clock, heard the commotion inside, and went back to her room to check with her security camera, what her reaction would be when she saw that the person moaning softly under my penis was actually her mother?
In fact, Caroline didn't make me nervous for long, because as soon as her mother left, she sneaked into my room and threw herself into my arms. I was worried that she might slap me and then look at me with tears streaming down her face, but to my surprise, she didn't show any unusual reaction. She simply used her tongue to clean the remaining nectar from her mother on my limp penis.
So, while caressing her two honeyed lips that gleamed with a seductive glow, I couldn't help but ask, "Sweetie, did you see everything just now?"
"Mmm. Mom's body is so beautiful." Caroline turned around and smiled sweetly.
“But she’s your mother.” I paused, reminding her.
"Since Mom is also having an affair with my brother-in-law, doesn't that just prove I didn't misjudge him?" Caroline's face showed a relieved smile. It seemed that her guilt about having an affair with her brother-in-law had vanished as she discovered that her mother was in the same relationship.
What else can I say?
One night, I was having a passionate encounter with Jenniffer in my bedroom. Neither of us had eaten dinner and we were both starving. I got up and ran to the kitchen to find something to eat, but just then, Caro Line came back. She actually thought it was me in the dark room and crept in!
After hearing Carolin recount this incident, I can almost imagine the shock and embarrassment Jennifer felt when she called out "Brother-in-law" and threw herself into his arms!
Although the situation that day unfolded as I returned to the bedroom with the pastries, the room was brightly lit, and two incredibly alluring bodies, one large and one small, lay sprawled on the bed, their bright, moist eyes extending a silent invitation to me…
The lewd scene of the threesome that night goes without saying. Afterwards, I pulled Carolin aside and quietly asked, "What did you say to your mom? Her reaction was so abnormal!"
Caroline glanced at me smugly and said, "I was just saying, Mom, since I'm going to give my body to a man eventually, wouldn't it be best to give it to my brother-in-law? I'm just following your example. I'm not young anymore. When you were eighteen, even my eldest brother had a child."
I was speechless, but then a smile spread across my face. This little girl had solved a huge problem for me.
From then on, although Jennifer was still not quite used to sharing my love with her own daughter, she quickly became lost in the overwhelming pleasure of a threesome. Indeed, the novelty and excitement of the three of us making love was unparalleled by any other two-person act.
The two women, one voluptuous, the other slender, one mature, the other innocent, gave me a sensation like a cacophony of ice and fire—two completely different feelings, yet both perfectly harmonious. For both women, as the mother, Jenn Ifer, was shamefully being penetrated by me, the daughter called out "Mommy" while kissing her own breasts; as the daughter, Caroline, was giving me oral sex, the mother was servicing her own vagina with her tongue… I believe the forbidden stimulation they experienced amplified their pleasure many times over.
The result of making my relationship with the two women more transparent was that I stayed at my father-in-law's house more and more frequently. Even Sabrina was surprised that I had become so filial. You know, even my own father's house, I only go back once a month.
In the end, I had to come up with an explanation: I like the quietness and nice weather in the suburbs, which is why I often go back to live there. After I finished speaking, Sabrina gave me a disgruntled look and went to take care of Little Tiger.
Now, her son is practically her lifeblood. She takes him to concerts and exhibitions all the time, saying she wants to cultivate his spirituality from a young age. Lately, I've been spending a lot of time with her cousin, aunt, sister, and mother, which makes her too busy to pay attention to me, so of course she has no reason to object. Sixth, my wife's sister-in-law.
That Saturday, Sabrina took Little Tiger to Hong Kong Disneyland again. I took the opportunity to sneak back to my father-in-law's house, but neither of the two women were home. I asked the maid and found out that Sabrina hadn't gone alone. Her sister, mother, cousin, and aunt had all gone on a large two-day trip to Hong Kong.
As I groaned in frustration, I thought to myself: "A group of such beautiful women walking together would probably cause a major traffic disaster on the streets of Hong Kong, wouldn't it?"
With all the women around, I felt utterly bored. Only my brother-in-law Edward's wife, Sharon, was home. I asked her, and she told me that Edward had gone to Qingdao with his father to play Golf with a Korean client. I wasn't familiar with Sharon, and after a few pleasantries, I ran out of things to say, so I simply went back to my room and fell fast asleep.
In fact, Sharon is also a very outstanding beauty, with delicate features and a well-proportioned figure. However, her only drawback is that she comes from a middle-class family and is a typical girl from a modest background, lacking the elegance of a lady from a wealthy family. This is also an important reason why her in-laws are not very satisfied with her.
It's said that she was with Edward in college, so if you think about it, her only relationship might have been with Edward... How boring.
Lying in bed, I let my mind wander. Looking at Sharon's expression today, she didn't seem very happy. Actually, thinking about it, it's quite normal. Entering a wealthy family is like entering a deep sea; she probably now understands the difficulties of life in a powerful clan. As far as I know, Edward has several lovers outside, so he probably doesn't spend much time with her. No wonder she feels resentful.
As evening approached, a sudden downpour began, and by six o'clock the sky was as dark as midnight. I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. I've always loved stormy weather; I find it particularly exhilarating, giving me a kind of inexplicable, apocalyptic thrill.
I jumped out of bed, quickly ripped off my clothes, put on a pair of swim trunks, ran downstairs to the pool, and plunged in. After swimming a few laps, I felt a bit tired, so I leaned against the edge of the pool to rest, half of my body still submerged in the water, letting the rain wash over my upper body. A feeling of exhilaration welled up inside me.
The spot where I was resting was right in front of the back door of the house. Suddenly, I saw a slender figure walk out. Although the heavy rain somewhat affected my vision, the person was wearing a bright red one-piece swimsuit, which was extremely eye-catching. It was clearly Sharon!
In my memory, Sharon was a quiet, even somewhat shy girl, so I never expected her to choose such a sexy swimsuit. I had never seen her in a swimsuit before, but even though we were quite far apart, I could vaguely make out her curvaceous figure, and I immediately felt a surge of heat in my groin.
Sharon clearly hadn't noticed me. She gracefully jumped into the pool and swam quickly to the other side. She swam two laps freestyle first, then flipped over and switched to backstroke. I admired the two round spheres of her chest pressed against her tight swimsuit, and unconsciously reached down to my crotch, gently rubbing my penis. It was dark now, and unless she was intently looking in my direction, she wouldn't have noticed me, which made me somewhat brazen.
However, things took an unexpected turn. Suddenly, Sharon's body sank beneath the surface. I, who had been staring intently at her delicate form, cried out in surprise and swam immediately towards where she had sunk. Could it be that she had cramped up from swimming too fast without warming up?
I'm a pretty good swimmer, and I quickly reached where she had sunk. I opened my eyes wide and searched underwater, but all I could see was darkness. I had no choice but to spread my arms and wave them back and forth to feel her body. Luckily, my right hand soon touched something soft. At that moment, I didn't have time to tell whether it was her breast or something else. I quickly scooped her up and swam to the surface.
I soon realized that she wasn't actually cramping at all, because she was cooperating with me in wading.
Could it be...? Did she sink on purpose? What is she trying to do?
Although my thoughts were in turmoil, I still managed to drag her ashore. Her breasts were still heaving violently, but she clearly showed no signs of drowning. It was only then that I realized my hands, because I was supporting her, had touched the edges of her incredibly firm breasts. I quickly moved them away slightly, grasped her arms, and said, "Sharon, are you alright?"
Sharon shook his head blankly. Only then did I notice that there were tears glistening in the corners of her eyes. Although rain was constantly falling on her face, I could tell that those were clearly tears!
Why is she so sad?
Sharon struggled to stand up, but I held her arms firmly. She tried to break free but couldn't, so she simply buried her face in my arms and started crying.
I thought to myself: it seems my guess about her this afternoon was pretty accurate. My brother-in-law Edward must have hurt and disappointed her deeply.
I gently patted her back with my other hand and said softly, "Sharon, if you want to cry, then cry it all out. But after you're done crying, I hope you can look at things from a different perspective; it might make you much happier."
Sharon ignored me and cried even harder. After a long while, she said angrily, "Are all men this bad? They're not satisfied with having one at home?"
I was almost speechless. After a while, I said, "I don't know about other men, but in a prominent family like ours, it's true that many men have women outside the marriage."
"Do you have that too?" Sharon looked up at me, two lines of tears still clinging to her pretty face. "You, who are hailed as one of the ten most influential figures in the history of Z, can be so despicable?"
I blushed and said, "How do you know these gossip things?"
Back when I was at Z University, I was handsome, rich, and had outstanding academic and athletic achievements, which naturally made me incredibly charming. I do remember that a positive article in the school magazine once named me one of the ten most influential figures in the school's history. However, this angered many people, because the university was full of young, flamboyant, and spirited students. How could they allow me to be the only one at the top? So many people didn't acknowledge my title, and the matter was quickly forgotten.
"However, I really don't have any women outside right now," I said carefully, secretly chuckling to myself: all the women I have now are family members.
A flicker of relief crossed Sharon's eyes, but it quickly turned to resentment. "He swore he'd be with me forever when he was courting me, that our love would last until the end of time. Who knew that less than a year into our marriage, he'd been seeing several women? When I found out, I demanded a divorce, but he wouldn't agree. Yesterday, I discovered that a shameless woman had even given birth to his son." Her eyes reddened, and she nearly burst into tears again.
I thought to myself, "No wonder you're so heartbroken." I sighed and said, "Sharon, men and women are indeed different. It's in a man's nature to want as many women as possible. Look at how despicable those from wealthy families are. But honest, simple men, if they were to rise to prominence, might be even worse than those from wealthy families! So why don't you just turn a blind eye and pretend you don't know? Look at your mother-in-law, Dad has so many women outside, but she still lives a very fulfilling life, doesn't she?"
“I can’t do it!” Sharon hissed. “Why should men be allowed to have multiple women? Why should I have to suffer this humiliation!”
I was speechless. No wonder, Sharon is highly educated, and the concepts of gender equality and monogamy are deeply ingrained in her, unlike girls from aristocratic families who are used to such things.
Having said what needed to be said, and knowing that further words would only annoy her, I remained silent.
Sharon's chest was still heaving violently. Actually, she looked really alluring right now, but after that serious analysis with her, my wicked thoughts had lost their appeal. I was just about to find an excuse to settle her down when I heard her say in a low voice, "Shameless! You even had a son with those sluts, ptooey!"
Hearing this, I thought of Sabrina, and a thought struck me. I advised, "Sharon, no matter how much you hate Edward for what he's done outside, it won't change anything. You might as well have a son. First, you'll have someone to rely on and won't be too depressed. Second, in a prestigious family like ours, having a son will improve your status at home."
Sharon blushed upon hearing this and whispered, "I do want to have a child, but he only sleeps at home a few nights a month. How can I have one by myself?" She hesitated for a moment, then continued resentfully, "He even said that being with me is boring, and he doesn't even touch me. Humph, if I didn't want a child, I wouldn't do such a shameless thing!"
Looking at her disdainful expression, I was speechless. So... she was frigid? Sex is such a wonderful thing, how could she hate it so much? No wonder Edward had to find other women.
I coughed lightly and said, "Sharon, it seems your views are a bit off. Actually, sex is a noble thing and the most wonderful enjoyment. Men all hope their women are as uninhibited as sluts in bed. If you want to win Edward back, you need to correct your views."
Sharon's pretty face flushed red, and she retorted dismissively, "What enjoyment? It's nothing but pain! Luckily it only lasted two minutes, otherwise who could endure it?"
I was speechless again. Edward... two minutes?
If this guy didn't have premature ejaculation, he would be far too perfunctory with his wife.
I couldn't help but feel indignant: "Wrong, wrong, wrong! You're both at fault, which is why your sex life is not harmonious! Look at Sabrina, do you dare say she's not happy? Because with her, we are truly in perfect harmony, and we both get the highest level of enjoyment!"
Sharon blushed even more. This time, she didn't argue, because Sabrina's radiant and beautiful appearance was the best proof.
Looking at her shy and beautiful face, I suddenly had an idea and said softly, "How about I help you experience the pleasure of sex?"
Sharon's expression changed upon hearing this, and he retorted angrily, "You?! What are you saying?"
I quickly explained, "Don't misunderstand, I'm not going to do anything to you. I'm just trying to help you overcome your aversion to sex from a friend's perspective. Yes, I absolutely won't touch your body! Just think of me as your doctor."
My words moved Sharon, and her anger gradually subsided. She hesitated and asked, "Then what should we do?"
"Let's go to the massage room. You wrap yourself in a towel, and I'll use a feather to stimulate your erogenous zones. Trust me, you'll soon discover that sex is actually a wonderful thing!"
Sharon's cheeks flushed, she glared at me, pulled her hand away from mine, stood up, and walked straight towards the back door. I watched her shapely, round buttocks flash past me, feeling utterly disappointed. It seemed I still wouldn't have the chance to kiss her.
My gaze greedily followed her infinitely beautiful back, only to find that she stopped walking, and then her melodious voice rang out: "Come back in fifteen minutes."
I was overjoyed upon hearing this and almost cheered, but I quickly suppressed my excitement and said, "Okay."
Fifteen minutes later, I changed into my bathrobe, found one of the feathers we used as sex toys in the bedroom, and went to the massage room. She was already lying face down on the massage bed, with a towel wrapped around her body as expected. I wasn't disappointed; in fact, I would have been surprised if she were lying there naked, because she was supposed to be a reserved person. Now, I would gradually dismantle her defenses.
I laughed and said, "I'm here. Don't be nervous, just relax and treat it like a spa."
She gave a soft "hmm." But I noticed that even her ears were completely red.
I approached her, faintly catching her fresh scent, which instantly soothed my soul. I was confident in myself; women have many erogenous zones, and I was a seasoned player in the game of love, so stimulating her desire would be a piece of cake. I didn't rush things, starting with her bare calves, gently teasing them with a feather. Her calves were long and fair, so smooth that you could hardly see any pores. It seemed that years of pampered life as a young mistress had made her body flawless.
My technique was skillful, and my pressure was just right. I could clearly feel that Sharon was experiencing pleasure; she even had goosebumps on her skin, and her toes involuntarily tensed. Fortunately, her frigidity was only psychological; her body was still sensitive.
I felt much more at ease. I moved my feathers around, gliding down to her ankles, the soles of her feet, and then to the back of her neck. When I reached her fair and delicate neck, I could clearly hear her soft murmurs and comfortable sighs. When I teased her ears, her breathing became so heavy that I almost felt that if I took her right away, she would respond passionately.
However, I wasn't in a hurry. I gently tucked the feather back in and said softly, "That's enough."
"So fast?" As I expected, her voice was filled with deep disappointment and regret.
"How about I fix your back?" I said matter-of-factly.
She quickly understood what I meant. She was wrapped in a bath towel, with most of her back and thighs covered up, leaving only a few inches of skin exposed for me to scratch.
"Mmm." She hesitated for a moment, then answered shyly, and obediently helped me loosen the bath towel.
The moment I took the towel away, my penis almost immediately turned 180 degrees to stand erect—
What a flawless body!
Her flawless white back curved into a slender waist that could be encircled by one hand, then extended into a high, rounded bottom, before cascading straight down into long, shapely legs. Especially those two plump, round buttocks—I almost couldn't resist pressing my head in for a deep sniff, a bite! And though her tightly pressed legs obstructed my view, the barely perceptible steam rising from between them spoke volumes about how alluring those two honeyed lips were!
I took a deep breath and began to move the feather over her delicate body. Her body was completely exposed to my gaze, and the mere stimulation of that alone made her feel incredibly shy. Coupled with the skillful teasing of the feather, her body began to tremble slightly! When my feather reached her buttocks, and when I deliberately probed the deep cleft between her buttocks, the wetness between her legs filled the entire room.
After I finished my back massage, the room was deathly silent. I softly asked, "Would you like it in the front?"
Although my voice is very gentle, even I think that I am no different from Satan, who tempts people.
As expected, Sharon murmured softly, "Hmm..." and obediently turned over with my help.
Good heavens! All my pretense is futile. My shortness of breath and the tent my penis has erected have laid bare my desire, all because of her naked face, which has me completely aroused! Those round, firm breasts, that small, round navel, that alluring, grassy delta…
Unexpectedly, Sharon looked at me boldly yet shyly. I couldn't help but swallow hard before managing a weak smile and saying, "So beautiful! I'm suddenly very jealous of Edward."
This teasing remark made Sharon feel both relieved and incredibly embarrassed, and she tightly closed her beautiful eyes.
I took a deep breath and began to caress her body. I didn't even realize when I'd discarded that bothersome feather, and instead placed my warm palms on her skin; she even forgot to correct me. Indeed, no matter how fine the feather, how could it compare to the texture and warmth of a man's hands?
My hands roamed over her body, her pink neck, her soft breasts, her slender waist, her thighs, her lower abdomen...
The smoothness and elasticity of her delicate skin were comparable to Carolin's; the wonderful touch made my mouth dry and my heart pound. As my palms caressed her sensitive areas, Sharon's face gradually turned fiery red. Although her beautiful eyes were still closed, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her cherry lips parted slightly, emitting a faint whimper.
Her two pink nipples had already quietly become erect, and when my palm slid between the lush grass, I felt that it was already unusually hot and wet... My movements became faster and faster, my breathing became more and more rapid, and finally I couldn't help but seal her cherry lips with my mouth.
Sharon had long since gone limp under my hands, her two slender legs had already parted slightly without me even noticing. My kisses were like a tap turned on, and she responded passionately to my tongue. Her arms, which had been by her side, now wrapped around my waist.
It was obvious that although they had been married for some time, Sharon's sexual skills were still quite clumsy, her tongue was awkward, and she didn't even dare to open her beautiful eyes. While inwardly lamenting Edward's waste of her talent, I quickly took off my bathrobe, climbed onto the massage bed, and pressed myself against Sharon's alabaster-like body. Feeling the pressure of my strong body, she actually sighed comfortably.
I didn't want to rush into possessing her; I wanted to guide her to gradually appreciate the wonders of sex, let her experience that ultimate pleasure, and change her outdated views. Actually, she was already feeling quite intense pleasure, and her body was responding most faithfully, a small patch of vaginal fluid soaking the massage bed. But clearly, what I wanted to give her was far more than that.
I rolled over and lay on my side beside her, gently stroking her delicate skin as I softly encouraged her, "Open your eyes. Am I really that ugly?"
Sharon chuckled at my words, opening her beautiful eyes with a shy blush, only to meet my incredibly gentle gaze. Clearly, she saw nothing but admiration and affection in my eyes, which gradually boosted her confidence, a hint of pride appearing in her eyes.
Seeing that she could now openly admire my strong chest and abdominal muscles, I guided her soft little hand to grasp my erect penis.
The heat and hardness of the penis almost made her let go and run away, but I held her small hand down so she couldn't succeed. I said softly, "What are you afraid of? It's the cutest thing ever. Take a closer look if you don't believe me."
Sharon's pretty face flushed red. She tried to look away, but couldn't suppress her curiosity. She glanced at it hastily and found that the huge fleshy crown, which her small hands couldn't grasp, was like a giant mushroom, shiny and imposing. She couldn't help but spit out, "What's so good about it? It's hideous."
That being said, a woman's instincts make it impossible for her to truly reject a penis; at least her little hands have already taken the initiative to hold onto it and not let go.
I chuckled and said, "You'll see how much you like it in a bit."
This joke made Sharon extremely embarrassed, and he said in a trembling voice, "No...it's so big, it hurts."
I sighed, "If it hurts you, you can cut it off with scissors later, okay?" As I spoke, without waiting for her consent, I parted her legs and knelt between them. I could see that her two juicy pink lips were already gently moving, shimmering with a lewd light.
I placed the glans between her labia and gently squeezed, and another small amount of her juices overflowed.
Sharon trembled all over as she sensed my intrusion, her pretty face filled with terror.
I hissed, “Open your eyes and look at me!”
My domineering presence forced Sharon to open her eyes, her gaze filled with weak pleading. I guided her gaze down to the point where our genitals were joined, and the moment she saw it, I thrust my hips forward, and the entire massive glans disappeared inside, followed by the entire shaft.
Seeing this terrifying scene, Sharon screamed and gripped my arm tightly with both hands. However, she soon realized that my intrusion was not as painful as she had expected; it was just her inner demon.
Seeing the relieved look on Sharon's pretty face, I felt a sense of peace. Only then could I focus on feeling the intense pressure of her tight, hot vagina on my penis, and I sighed with pleasure. Her tightness was second only to Carolin's, which showed how little sexual experience she had.
I gently caressed her breasts, and only after her delicate body slowly relaxed did I gently thrust my penis in and out. Having gradually rid himself of his inner demons, Sharon quickly experienced the benefits. He threw all his shyness and reserve to the winds, and lost in ecstasy, letting out seductive moans in rhythm with my movements, like beautiful notes bursting forth from the strings of a violin.
My movements were already very gentle, but in fact, in less than a hundred strokes, Sharon reached her climax. I felt the contractions of her honeypot, admired her pretty face unfolding like a blooming flower, and felt a satisfied and tender smile on her cheeks, feeling a heartfelt joy and contentment.
What followed was much simpler. Sharon, having tasted the sweetness of success, almost took the initiative, constantly demanding more, and then went on several wild and violent rampages.
After the clouds cleared and the rain stopped, I held Sharon to my chest, gently stroking her adorable pink nipples, before finally managing to say apologetically, "I'm sorry, Sharon, I..."
Sharon's pretty face was still flushed from the climax. Hearing this, she gave me a charming sidelong glance and pressed her slender hand to my mouth: "I've never been so happy before. Why are you apologizing?"
I was relieved; it seems Sharon finally understood.
“Actually,” Sharon teased my limp penis and laughed, “I’ve always admired you as my senior, and today you can say that my wish has come true.”
"What? You also graduated from Z University?" I was a little surprised.
I always thought she was Edward's classmate. It seems she didn't go to that elite school. Well, elite schools aren't something that middle-class families can afford.
“Yeah. And I’m in the same department as you. The year you went to study in the US, I was a freshman.” Sharon rolled his eyes at me, clearly annoyed that I didn’t even know that.
I chuckled wryly and touched my nose. Back in the day, I was all the rage among the younger girls, so it wasn't easy for me to recognize everyone. But Sharon is so beautiful, I shouldn't have missed her.
As if guessing what I was thinking, Sharon squeezed my penis and said with feigned resentment, "I was still wearing braces back then, of course you wouldn't care about me, the ugly duckling."
I suddenly realized and laughed, "I swear, if you're the Ugly Duckling, then all the women in the world are toads."
Needless to say, the boundless spring scenery that night was breathtaking. The next morning, I was woken up by a phone call. It was Sharon asking me to come down to the kitchen on the second floor for breakfast. It turned out that this girl had already gotten up long ago.
I was also starving, so I hurriedly put on my clothes, quickly washed up, and ran downstairs.
Actually, the kitchen on the second floor is quite small and not used much. It's mainly for us pampered owners to cook a couple of dishes whenever we feel like it. Clearly, Sharon was in the mood today, which is why he made breakfast himself.
Before I even reached the kitchen door, a voice arrived first: "The maid can make breakfast, why bother..." Before I could finish speaking, what caught my eye was a curvaceous back view, or more accurately, a completely naked, slender back view.
Sharon wasn't wearing anything at all; he just put on an apron and started making breakfast!
She's completely uninhibited now.
I felt my blood rush to my head, and my penis started to peek out.
"Sit down, it'll be ready soon." Sharon turned around and smiled sweetly, as if she didn't realize that I could possibly sit obediently in her outfit.
I walked behind her, gently wrapped my arms around her slender waist, and pressed one hand to her sweet lips from the front, whispering, "Little brother wants to eat first."
Sharon felt my hot penis pressed against her beautiful buttocks, and her whole body was already burning hot. Upon hearing this, she let out a soft moan, her hand holding the spatula trembled, and she could no longer hold it. She simply abandoned the spatula and grabbed my penis back.
I'm a seasoned player in the game of love, so I didn't wait for her to take the initiative. I had her hold onto the cabinet with both hands, gently parted her legs, and thrust my hips forward, entering her from behind. We hadn't done this position yesterday, especially in the kitchen. The unusual stimulation made us incredibly excited, and Sharon ejaculated in less than a few dozen thrusts. I held her delicate body before turning off the stove, but even so, the ham and egg dish was already burnt.
Sharon rolled his eyes at me and said reproachfully, "It's all your fault! Look, how are we supposed to eat now?"
I chuckled, put her on a chair, quickly fried two more eggs, found some milk and bread, arranged them, then picked Sharon up again, let her sit on my lap, and used her honey pot to swallow the still-growing penis.
Sharon was extremely embarrassed and refused, but she couldn't resist my insistence and had to do as I said. However, my penis made her breathless and anxious, so how could she eat breakfast? Even when I fed her, she found it tasteless. I had to force her to eat a few bites before I helped her move her hips to give her some pleasure.
This breakfast was incredibly messy, leaving stains all over the floor, chairs, and table. It wasn't until noon that I finally got up to clean up the mess, while Sharon was completely exhausted and watched me shamelessly as I cleaned up the filth, rolling his eyes at me.
From then on, Sharon became another person I comforted when I went back to my father-in-law's house.
But Sharon knew our relationship was sensitive, so she didn't dare come to my room easily, since I lived on the same floor as her sister-in-law. So she painstakingly found a guest room on the third floor that was furthest from the hallway as our regular rendezvous.
I had no objections, so I frequently went back and forth between the upstairs and downstairs, my penis barely withdrawing from my mother-in-law's honeypot before being thrust into my daughter-in-law's. Before long, Jennifer and Carole knew about Sharon and me, but Sharon had already noticed the strange dynamic between me and his mother and sister-in-law.
I knew I couldn't hide it from her any longer, so I readily confessed. Shorn, who was kneeling on top of me, was only shocked for a moment before realizing, "No wonder you said you didn't have any women outside; it turns out all your women are at home!"
However, aside from spitting at me a few times as a lecherous scoundrel, she accepted the fact. According to her, since her mother-in-law was on good terms with me, she felt even more at ease.
I'm speechless. It seems that dragging Jenniffer into this mess was a brilliant move.
Because of my connection with my fellow Sharonz alumnus, we gradually became acquainted. Besides finding pleasure in sex, we also became very close friends. Sometimes, even when I was away on business, I would call her and ask her to fly over and spend time with me, and of course, some intimate moments were inevitable. She soon found out about my relationships with Michelle and Jonesa, and couldn't help but stare in astonishment.
Actually, I didn't want Jennifer and Carolin to know about my affair with Sharon, especially Jennifer. It's one thing for her to be with me, but if even her daughter-in-law were moaning under me, the shock might be too much for her to bear. But unfortunately, the truth will eventually come out.
Because Sharon would occasionally come to my room, Caroline quickly discovered my relationship with Sharon through the security camera. However, the girl didn't seem to care at all and even exclaimed in admiration, "Brother-in-law, you're amazing!"
I even dragged Sharon and Caroline into a few threesomes, and we developed quite a bit of chemistry. The problem arose with Caroline. Once, while we were having a threesome with Jen Niffer, she was massaging my back with her breasts when she suddenly said in a saccharine voice, "Brother-in-law, do you think my breasts are as bouncy as your sister-in-law's?"
Jenniffer was almost at his climax when he heard this, his expression changed, and he exclaimed, "What? Sam, you actually..."
Afterwards, Jennifer ignored me for a whole month, and I didn't even dare to go to my father-in-law's house for a month. Later, she called me over, and when I found Jennifer and Carolin lying on my bed waiting for me, I was also surprised to see Sharon. Only then did I feel relieved.
It seems that Jenniffer has overcome his inner demons and reached an understanding with Sharon.
From then on, in addition to 3P, I added 4P to my repertoire. Actually, I was quite capable of 3P, and 4P was already a stretch, but later I even broke the record by doing 6P!
It all comes down to Carolin. I underestimated her relationship with Michelle. One time, she blurted out all about how I had a foursome at my father-in-law's house. The vixen Michelle was astonished for a moment, then threatened me, saying that my record couldn't be without her.
Although I honestly said that 4P was my limit, there was still one time when we were having 4P at my father-in-law's house, she dragged Joanna in!
Actually, I could tell that Joanna had also been tricked into coming, so the five girls looked at each other in bewilderment, especially the embarrassment and shock on the faces of the Jennyfer and Joanna sisters, which almost made me run away. Fortunately, Michelle and Caroline were absolute vixens, and Sharon was also very good at creating a lively atmosphere, which allowed the two shameful Jennyfer and Joanna to participate in this extremely depraved party.
Of course, I can't deny that a 6P is the most exciting and thrilling, but the problem is that when I actually brought all five girls to their peak and they obediently lay down, my legs were so weak that they were stronger than if I had run five marathons!
But Michelle and Caroline, having tasted the sweetness of the experience, had no intention of letting me off the hook. They even conspired to secretly set up an enormous bed in a guest room at my father-in-law's house, the reason for which is obvious.
So from then on, I had another staple in my repertoire: 6p...
Although I felt a genuine sense of accomplishment watching the five women grow increasingly beautiful and alluring, I also grew more and more afraid that one day I wouldn't be able to satisfy them. So I intensified my exercise and took more aphrodisiac tonics. At this point, I finally understood why it's said that the pleasures of beautiful women are the hardest to bear.
However, I always felt guilty for having affairs with so many women in the family behind Sabrina's back. The five women were very understanding, and they even warned me not to neglect Sabrina and to report to her at least three times a week. I tried my best to do so, and Sabrina was very good to me. I was oblivious to my relationship with the five women until one day, when I was with them at my father-in-law's house again. Amidst their sweet chatter, the women stripped me naked, and under my lead, their clothes were disheveled, their breasts half-exposed, and their buttocks swaying. Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and a clear voice rang out: "Wait!" We six were all shocked. Wasn't that Sabrina's voice? I looked up, and there she was, leaning against the doorframe!
Of all the women, only Michelle and Caroline dared to turn their heads to look at Sabrina. Jenniffer and Joanna were so ashamed and indignant that they simply closed their eyes and turned their heads toward the wall, while Sharon also looked down at the ground with embarrassment.
By this time I could see Sabrina's attire clearly, and I felt relieved.
Good heavens! I've never seen her dress like that before!
She wore only a corset on her upper body, which covered her slender waist from top to bottom, leaving her two full and round breasts completely exposed except for the area around her nipples. They trembled and looked incredibly alluring.
Her slender legs were encased in black fishnet stockings that reached all the way to her thighs, and her black lace panties were completely open at the vulva area! She wore black high heels and held a black leather whip in her hand. Her pretty face held a half-smile, and her bright eyes swept over the other women before finally settling on my face. She said leisurely, "My husband, shouldn't I be the first to take the lead?"
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