My First Forbidden Fuck with My Sister-in-Law
Laure’s apartment. Steamy from my shower, towel clinging low around my hips. Heart thuds like a drum. I step out, scanning for my stuff. Then I freeze. She’s sprawled in the armchair, buck naked. Legs splayed wide. One hand on her mound, fingers parting slick pink lips, another circling her swollen clit. Eyes locked on me, challenging. My throat tightens. Pulse races in my ears. This is wrong. Muriel’s sister. But my cock twitches under the towel. Hardening fast. No hiding it. Fear grips me—get out, run. Desire surges hotter. Her scent hits me, musky arousal thick in the air. She smirks. ‘Come closer.’ Legs tremble. One step, then another. No turning back. Cock tents the fabric, betraying me. Innocence cracking already.
She yanks the towel away. My erection springs free, throbbing. Her eyes widen, hungry. Fingers still working her pussy, juices glistening. She grabs my shaft, strokes rough. Skin burns where she touches. First cheat contact—electric shock. Mouth engulfs me. Hot, wet suction. Tongue swirls the head, laps precum. I groan, hips buck involuntarily. Push her back, drop to knees. Her pussy drips, folds begging. First taste of forbidden fruit. Salty-sweet nectar floods my tongue. I devour her clit, flick hard, suck deep. She writhes, thighs clamp my head. Fingers twist in my hair. ‘Fuck, yes!’ Her body quakes, first orgasm ripping through. Juices squirt my chin. I rise, cock iron-hard. Lift her easy, legs wrap my waist. Slam into her cunt—tight, soaking grip. Walls milk me fierce. Bounce her on kitchen counter, table, chair. Pound relentless. Flip her, spit on her asshole. First time there—raw, no prep. She begs, ‘Do it!’ Push in slow. Ring stretches, fights, then yields. Heat crushes my cock. Inch by agonizing inch. She gasps, pushes back. Buried balls-deep. Fuck her ass savage. Switch holes again, cum floods her pussy first blast. Pull out, second load paints her tits. Third? Shove back in her mouth, explode down throat. She gulps every drop. Sweat-slick, panting heaps on the floor.
The Approach
Afterglow hits hard. Guilt crashes like a wave. Heart still hammers, cock softens sticky. Her smile lazy, satisfied. ‘Mention Très Bien.’ But reality bites. Muriel’s face flashes. Betrayal’s stain. Innocence gone—door slammed on fidelity. Yet thrill lingers, new hunger awakened. Refused her calls later. One mistake, not more. But now, wife’s changes make sense. Laure’s revenge? Or spark for wilder nights? That first plunge reshaped everything. No going back. Manhood redefined in cum and secrets.
