My Sister-in -law's hot Desire
Hello friends, brace yourself for a long, steamy tale. This is the erotic journey of repressed desire turning into a scorching affair with my sister-in-law. The journey began with attraction, unspoken romance, and hidden longing, ultimately culminating in a fiery, passionate affair.
I am over 30, and I had an arranged marriage. It wasn't bad, but it lacked the sexual spark I craved. My wife is educated, independent, and all, but she's vanilla in bed. Her sister, Lisa (name changed), is two years younger and has an amazingly sexy mind.
Lisa is a banker and a geek, excelling in everything she does. I often sought her help with various things. As sexy as she is on the inside, she's quite shy on the outside. But her fashion sense is incredibly hot. She's 5 feet 4 inches tall, with milky skin and silky hair that bounces with every step. Her curves are to die for, and her full, round breasts always seemed to be staring at me.
Her best feature? Her legs—milky, sexy, and always on display. But her most unique feature is her mind. She's witty, kinky, and understands any double entendre. Even though she's four years younger, our frequencies matched perfectly. She visited often, and I always enjoyed her company.
Since our marriage, we had been close. She'd hang out with me, talk, and joke. Whenever we visited my in-laws, my wife, Lisa, and I would secretly party on the rooftop at night. The terrace was our favorite hangout—open air, clear sky with stars, a slight breeze, dim night lights, and the perfect romantic setup.
One evening, I was at my in-laws' place. It was late, and I had some work to finish before our planned party. With my laptop, I headed up to the roof. I was wearing black and white harem pants and a grey sleeveless t-shirt. "Pehle bhi main" from the movie "Animal" was playing on my iPod, setting the mood.
Lisa was waiting for us with everything ready. The setup was romantic: three bamboo chairs and a center table with a lamp. She had arranged beer and wine for us. When I arrived, she was on the phone. As she saw me, she ended the call and walked towards me.
She was wearing short white pants, a camisole, and her hair was loose. The lamp light made her skin glow. As she walked towards me, I started singing, "Pehle bhi main, tum se mila hu." Her shy face made me smile.
Lisa (sitting opposite me): Someone seems quite romantic tonight.
Raj: Sexy people and the weather make me romantic.
Lisa: Thirsty? (a pause and a smile) I mean, for beer?
Raj: You make my thirst go away. (As your lips part in a smile, your eyes shyly lower, and when you come close, my thirst disappears.)
With a shy smile, she handed me a beer while she took a glass of wine.
Raj: Talking to your boyfriend?
Lisa: No... I haven't found a hot, handsome boyfriend yet.
Raj: You liar, let me check your phone.
I grabbed her phone and opened it with her face recognition. Lisa immediately jumped to fight and took her phone back. After a playful struggle, she let me have a look. I couldn't find anything on her WhatsApp or calls. But in her picture gallery, there were semi-nude selfies and a few pictures of me.
One picture in particular, where she was wearing tight jeans and a new bra, was seared into my mind. Her hourglass figure and belly made my mind race. I gave her phone back and commented, "That black bra looks sexy on you." Lisa acted furious, but she was feeling shy. I could see her nipples were hard and poking. I was instantly hard, but I hid it by keeping my laptop on it.
As my wife joined us, our conversation shifted to investments and banking. We were looking at calculations on my laptop. My wife was next to me, watching the screen. Lisa came behind me, her hand on my shoulder and her breast pressing against my back. It wasn't new, but this time, it was different. I was hard, and I could feel her nipples poking my shoulder. I was taking deep breaths, inhaling her scent.
It was around 1 am. My wife was drunk and sleepy. Lisa, not much of a drinker, was fit and awake. She started cleaning up, giving me a clear view of her cleavage every time she bent. It was the same bra from the picture.
My wife's sister collected all the trash and went down. I watched Lisa's ass as she left. I was in no state to control myself. As soon as they went down, my hand went inside my pants, head rested on the chair with closed eyes. Beer and Lisa's ass had me high. I was lost in that memory, slowly squeezing my balls. Holding my lip tight, I started touching the tip of my cock.
A flood of wetness was flowing down my cock, making my balls wet too. After a few minutes of circular massage, I slowly pulled down my foreskin, exposing my pink, shiny cock head. Suddenly, I heard a sound. I opened my eyes, pulled my cock inside my pants, and looked around. Lisa was walking towards me! I wasn't sure if she saw it, but she acted as if nothing happened.
Raj: You didn't sleep?
Lisa: I'm not sleepy yet, so I thought I'd keep you company.
Raj: That's great. Want something to drink?
Lisa: I wish I could get a chocolate bar right now (she was looking at my bulge).
Raj: I want an ice cream too. I'd love it if it had a cherry on top (my eyes were glued to her cherries).
We both laughed to lighten the mood. We knew it was late for an ice cream.
We sat relaxed. My legs were on the center table. She sat with one leg on the table and the other on the chair armrest. Her black top was slightly up, revealing her belly button. Since she was wearing white short pants, I could clearly see a wet spot on her pussy area.
Since she didn't drink much, she had a headache from the alcohol. By then, I was quite drunk, and I offered to massage her head. She sat on the floor between my legs, her head resting backward on my lap. I slowly massaged her temples, watching her cleavage from above.
Lisa was enjoying the massage and the feeling of my hardness. After a few minutes, I could see her falling asleep. I asked her to go to sleep. We both got up and went back to our respective rooms.
When I woke up, I was naked next to my wife! I was scared I hadn't said Lisa's name in my sleep. When my wife woke up, she just complained about me fucking her wild and nothing else. That made me relax and smile.
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