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How I Became a Cuckold (Part 3) 

Ever since my sister-in-law sprained her ankle, it suddenly opened the door to my sexual desires. That kind of hunger overwhelmed me like a flood. I was nineteen years old that year, at the peak of my sexual impulses, but I didn't know that. I only knew to suppress my thoughts and desperately control my fantasies. But the more I did that, the more I couldn't get rid of my sister-in-law's dreamlike breasts. Sometimes, even walking would make my penis painfully hard. The urge to ejaculate constantly assaulted my sexual nerves. I had no choice but to secretly put toilet paper in my underwear day and night to avoid washing my underwear frequently.
To be honest, I was terrified of facing W. First, he was my superior, and I had to obey him absolutely and hold him in utmost respect. Second, he was my sister-in-law's husband, a basic principle of human relations I was well aware of. I fantasized about my sister-in-law, which instilled in me a deep-seated fear of him, making me feel less than an animal. More importantly, he was directly related to my life and death, which was the main reason I was even more repressed and afraid to face W. I tried my best to appear calm, and W seemed oblivious, remaining as imposing as ever.
My sister-in-law came to watch our training a few more times and occasionally said a few words to us. Fortunately, the coach was always there. I was already resentful about the sprained ankle, so I tried to avoid her to prevent anything from happening again. I never dared to look her in the eye and never saw what she looked like, except that she was tall.
As the competition drew closer, our training became more focused and longer. The coach repeatedly emphasized the need for concentration, a scientifically controlled diet, and adequate rest during training. I felt unprecedented pressure. My participation wasn't just for myself; if I failed, I might not be able to stay. I desperately wanted to stay; this was a golden opportunity. My family also encouraged me, and I knew I had to fight tooth and nail to have any chance of winning. I was the first to arrive and the last to leave every day, secretly increasing my training volume, not daring to slack off for a moment.
The swimming pool had been ours for quite some time now. One evening after dinner, I went swimming, and then the coach and W arrived. "Hey, [your name]," W called to me. "Here!" I quickly jumped out of the water and stood at attention. W handed me a pair of red swimming trunks and said, "Your swimming trunks are a bit small. Put the whole thing on." "Yes," I said, taking them and running to the restroom. When I came out, I felt really uncomfortable. These were too small! I always wear those three-quarter length black swimming trunks, and now I had to wear briefs that barely covered my buttocks, and the front was especially prominent. I was very unhappy and wanted to explain to W, but W gave me a very serious look, so I immediately swallowed my words and jumped back into the pool.
After nearly four hours of training, the coach left, and I figured W would leave too. I thought I'd take off my old swim trunks and practice a bit more after he left. W didn't seem to be leaving; if he swam, I had to follow. When I looked up again, I was horrified. There was a woman in sunglasses and a swimsuit by the pool—my sister-in-law had arrived. I was a little flustered, then immediately realized what was happening and hurriedly jumped out of the water. Just as I was about to run, someone said, "Here." "Teach your sister-in-law how to swim." "Yes." I froze, rooted to the spot. After a three-second pause, I turned around. My sister-in-law walked over and said slowly, "I'm just curious and want to learn. Your brother always yells at me, so I don't want him to teach me. It's okay, don't be afraid of him." She stood gracefully beside me, her enormous, trembling breasts almost spilling out, her skin so white it was blinding. I quickly looked away. "Come on, can you help me adjust these goggles?" She took off her goggles and stepped forward to hand them to me, revealing a pair of perfectly rounded breasts. The pink swimsuit seemed too small, like a piece of cloth tied on, barely covering the bottom edge. Her two protruding nipples were particularly eye-catching, and in an instant, my blood rushed to my head. I didn't know where to look, and I forgot what I was supposed to do. My sister-in-law didn't loosen her goggles. "Is the buckle too tight?" she asked. We were so close, I felt like my head was about to touch hers. I couldn't see the buckle, but I saw her slender waist and her long, white thighs, and a small piece of pink swim trunks that looked like scraps of cloth. The swim trunks made her white buttocks appear unusually full and perky. I was already losing my composure. If it weren't for the swim trunks covering my penis, I probably would have been rock hard by now. I was so nervous that I couldn't speak, my body felt like it was welded to the floor. I was extremely nervous, and in my haste, I dropped the goggles on the ground. My sister-in-law bent down to pick them up, and I awkwardly hunched over, not wanting her to see my embarrassing erection.

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