I got Fucked while my wife slept next to me

It’s not the kind of thing you expect to happen in your own bedroom, let alone with your own sister-in-law. But here I am, confessing the forbidden pleasures that I succumbed to one night, all while my wife lay next to me, blissfully unaware.

It started like any other regular evening in our household. My wife, Sarah, and I had settled into bed, exhausted from a long day of work. We both drifted off into a deep sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms.

But somewhere in the middle of the night, I was jolted awake by a weight on top of me. My eyes flew open, and I saw the silhouette of a woman straddling my waist. My heart raced as I tried to make sense of what was happening.

And then I heard her voice, low and seductive. “Shh, don’t wake her,” it whispered.

I recognized the voice immediately. It was my sister-in-law, Emma.

Emma was my wife’s younger sister, a beautiful and alluring woman. We had always gotten along well, but there had always been a spark between us, a tension that we both tried to ignore. But in that moment, as she loomed over me in the darkness, it was impossible to ignore.

Before I could even process what was happening, Emma leaned down and pressed her lips against mine. I was caught off guard, but I couldn’t deny the surge of desire that coursed through me. I kissed her back greedily, my hands reaching up to pull her closer.

Emma’s hands wandered over my body, and I could feel her hot breath on my skin. She was wearing a satin robe that had slipped open, revealing the curves of her body underneath. I couldn’t resist running my hands over her, feeling the softness of her skin and the warmth of her body.

As we continued to kiss, Emma’s hands reached down to my waist, and I felt her fingers fumbling with the tie around the waist of my pajama bottoms. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I knew I should stop her, but I couldn’t bring myself to. The heat between us was too strong, and the thought of stopping now was unbearable.

Emma managed to undo my pants, and I lifted my hips to help her slide them off. She moved her body lower, and I felt her hot breath on my groin. My body was on fire, and I knew I shouldn’t be doing this, but I couldn’t resist the pleasure that Emma was offering me.

Her lips wrapped around me, and I couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped my lips. I felt like I was drowning in pleasure, and I couldn’t think of anything else but the sensations that Emma was creating.

But just as I was reaching the peak of ecstasy, Emma suddenly stopped. I looked down at her, panting and confused. She was grinning up at me, her eyes filled with mischief.

“Ready for more?” she whispered.

I couldn’t speak, but I nodded eagerly. I was a slave to her touch, and I wanted nothing more than to give myself over to her completely.

Emma reached over to the bedside table and pulled out something that made my eyes widen in shock. It was a black strapon, and I knew exactly what she intended to do with it.

I had always had a secret fantasy of being dominated by a woman, and the sight of Emma holding that strapon stirred something deep within me. I was terrified, but I couldn’t deny the arousal that pulsed through me.

“Is this what you want?” Emma asked, teasingly running her fingers over the length of the toy.

Again, I could only nod. I was completely under her spell, and I knew I would do anything she asked of me.

Emma climbed off of me and positioned herself between my legs, the strapon in hand. She pulled me down to the edge of the bed, and I could feel her hot breath on my skin as she leaned in closer.

“Spread your legs,” she commanded, and I obeyed without hesitation.

I felt her hands on my skin, spreading my legs wider apart. I was exposed and vulnerable, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. All I wanted was for Emma to take control and give me the pleasure that I craved.

And then, without warning, Emma plunged the strapon into me. I cried out in pleasure and surprise as she filled me completely. I had never experienced anything like it, and I was completely at her mercy.

Emma moved slowly at first, but soon picked up the pace, her movements becoming more urgent and forceful. I could feel myself losing control, my body responding to her every touch and thrust.

As the pleasure built within me, I couldn’t help but look over at my wife, still sleeping soundly beside us. I felt a twinge of guilt, but it was quickly overshadowed by the overwhelming pleasure that Emma was giving me.

I was lost in the moment, completely consumed by the forbidden pleasure that I was experiencing. And as I reached the peak of ecstasy, I couldn’t hold back any longer.

With a cry of release, I let myself go, giving in completely to the pleasure that Emma had given me.

As I lay there, panting and spent, Emma climbed off of me and leaned in for a kiss. I could taste myself on her lips, and it only added to the intensity of the moment.

“Goodnight,” she whispered, before slipping out of the room and leaving me alone to gather my thoughts.

I lay there for a long time, unable to sleep as I replayed the events of the night over and over in my mind.

I never thought I would betray my wife like this, but I couldn’t deny the intoxicating pleasure that Emma had given me. And as I drifted off to sleep, I knew that I was hooked, and I couldn’t wait for more forbidden pleasures in the future.

Sincerely

Toby in San Antonio