So there is quite a big age difference between my wife and the two sisters in front of her, 11 years difference with the oldest and 7 years difference with the second. The oldest was very average looking, and was in the midst of the cultural revolution when she was studying, so she was just a very ordinary working class person. The second aunt was a different story, able to sing and dance and multi-talented since she was a child.
A few years after the resumption of the college entrance examination, she got into a very good university, and after graduation, she was assigned to work in a state-run research institute. Not only did she have a very good job, but she also had the kind of looks and figure that made men swoon.
My wife and her second sister-in-law look very similar, just slightly different in build and height. My wife is one meter six and a half; her second sister is one meter six and a half. Since her second sister practiced dance in school, her figure is a bit more upright than my wife’s, and her legs are more toned and slender.
For outsiders who have never seen the two of them before, when they see them for the first time, they can immediately say that they are sisters. At first glance, the two of them are simply a replica of Maggie Cheung when she was young. Both have a pair of eyes with slightly upturned corners and a delicate and elegant facial features.
So when I was pursuing my wife, it really took a lot of effort, but heaven forbid. The year my wife and I got married, my second aunt had just given birth to a child, my second brother-in-law in a sizeable enterprise as a marketing manager, he is a good-looking and temperament are very good man. Personality and career aspects are doing well, the two are my mother-in-law as a bride.
I am five years younger than my second aunt, and I have a very cheerful personality and a great sense of humor, so my second aunt has always treated me as her brother. We got to know each other very well, and we often made some unseemly jokes together, and said some things about our sex life, and we never did anything too much.
The days passed by very quickly, and before I knew it, my child was five years old, and my second aunt’s child was already in school. She herself also in China’s economic tide went to sea, first in a foreign company did a few years of finance, and then opened a company, with her talent and wisdom in the same industry to create a world! Not a few years to open their own a Nissan Toyota car. The company’s profits are also growing year after year.
We got along much better, from some harmless jokes gradually to some colorful jokes. Maybe it is the education and the environment in which the second aunt sister, her outside talk is very elegant and funny, in the banquet is often the center of gravity of people’s conversations, and her customers have left a very deep and very good impression. In all fairness, the success of the second aunt sister was not achieved by her appearance, but entirely through the charm of her own personality.
Perhaps it is for this reason, she in the absence of other people present, often and I start some very in the outsiders seem to be more excessive jokes, such as talking about some happy things. She laughed, unexpectedly touched my pussy with her hand, and sweetly said, “You’re laughing your ass off!” And then giggled.
I think maybe it’s because she would never say something like that on the outside, yet whether it’s a man or a beautiful woman, there’s always a part of the deepest part of your heart that wants to say something like that to someone to relieve the stress of the usual workday, right?
She could not have said such things elsewhere, and could only have done so in front of me. Because she had always regarded me as her own brother, and had said to me more than once that I had wished to have a brother when I was a child, and now she felt that I was her brother, and because of that, she had no fear of saying things to me that were impossible to say to others.
Once, we talked about the issue of couples sex life, she asked me and her sister generally how long to have sex once, I replied about once a week. I then asked her and her husband how often to come once, she said that both of them are usually very busy, rarely have the energy and time to have sex, once a month to have sex are not on average.
I smiled cheekily and asked, “How long do you guys do it for each time?” She looked at me playfully and gasped at me and said, “We are concentrating our time in a war of annihilation, unlike you who always stand around and fight a guerrilla war.” I pursued, “Then how long can you fight your war of annihilation?” She laughed, gave my crotch penis a quick squeeze with her hand, and whispered, “Better than your dick balls anyway!” Turning around, she slipped away from me, leaving me tickled but helpless!
I was a little bit embarrassed at first, but then I got used to it and didn’t care about the cheap jokes, and there were even times when I would fight back: reaching out and touching her breasts, and mumbling, “Screw you, grandma.” Neither of us felt anything but amused. And there were times when we made similar jokes at my mother-in-law’s house, and no one took it seriously. Because we felt that the more we did it, the more honest and innocent we were. We were really like that, we didn’t think too much about it. But then an incident completely changed the situation.
That year I opened a restaurant, and my second aunt often brought guests to dine at my place. One September evening, she brought some guests to dine with her. It was about less than nine o’clock when her guests left with a full stomach.
I was watching TV in another private room when she pushed the door in, probably because business was going well and she was very happy, she drank a few more beers during the meeting and her face was covered with a brilliant red color.
Seeing me alone on the sofa watching TV, he sat next to me and said in a somewhat drunken tone, “What are you doing alone? I thought you were doing something bad. I’ll sit here for a while to sober up. It won’t affect your ability to do bad things, will it?” “Didn’t you see it? I’m alone here, and there’s no other woman, what bad things can I do.” “Oh, who says a person can’t do bad things? Does touching yourself count as doing something bad!” So that’s what she was talking about, I laughed and didn’t let out a sound. Instead, I found her eyes fixed on my pussy. I looked down, it turned out that due to the heat, I only wear a silk pants underneath, my penis from the loose pants edge softly exposed a head, I said badly: “Look, self-touching cock can be so soft ah!” She may also have been drinking a lot of wine, actually said with a big grin, “Let me check.” She said while reaching over a hand, tugged on the foreskin on the head of my penis that showed a little head, looking at my penis with a hand slowly stroking. I was a bit dumbfounded, I used to joke about it, but I never had much intimate contact with it!
I didn’t dare move, knowing she was a little drunk, and let her gently stroke my penis. Then she went even further, lifting up the bottom of my pants with her other hand, gently opening the foreskin on the top of my penis with the same hand that was stroking it, and starting to hold my penis in her beautiful hand and move it. With a depressed chatter, she said, “I want to see how hard your horny balls can get.” I knew though that she was getting a little tipsy and didn’t really necessarily have it in her mind to tease me. But I am a very normal man ah, that can withstand the tossing and turning of such a beautiful woman? I do not care so much, also reached out to caress her breasts. She used her hand to block me back and said, “You are not allowed to touch me, only I have to touch you.” That there is so overbearing reason ah, she wore a set of cream-colored similar professional women’s thin set of dresses that day, I do not want to do nothing, my other hand lifted the bottom of her skirt to reach in, fortunately, she is not wearing pantyhose, just a pair of skin-colored thigh-high stockings.
She twisted her body and thighs to avoid my surprise attack, probably because she was not able to win the wine, I did not feel much effort, index finger around the bottom edge of her panties, drilled into her vagina, and the two of us screamed out of the energy, she hard to set my penis, and I hard to buckle her vagina in the tender flesh! Neither one of us dared to make a sound, because one door away was the waiter and the dining guests ah.
I don’t know how she felt at that moment, I just noticed that her face was even more red and colorful. As for me, my penis had long since risen! It was hard as hell! I wrapped my other arm around her waist and flipped her onto the armrest of the sofa and climbed on top, her two long slender thighs hanging down and her two feet standing on the floor.
Her head was leaning on the back of the sofa, and she had to hold her hands on the sofa surface. She seemed to be drunk, but she also knew that there were people outside the door, and did not dare to resist loudly, but only with a low voice and slight wriggling resistance to my hands to remove her panties, under my strong desire, this resistance is insignificant.
I smoothly pulled and peeled her panties to her knees, lifted her overskirt back up to her waist, I myself didn’t need to take off my pants at all, because my penis had long ago stood out from the bottom opening of my pants, I pressed both hands on her back, the glans at the top of my penis was hard and stiff towards the opening of her vagina……. And at this time, she had already stopped Twisting her body, turned her head back and softly said to me, “Don’t wrinkle my skirt, a moment out will let people see.” I hmmm, from her back that open my two hands holding on the back of the sofa, the glans has been along the root of her two thighs along the trend into her vagina, the second aunt sister’s vagina hot, slippery, not very tight, may be due to have had a child, or just flowed out a lot of love liquid’s sake.
I was so excited, beautiful! Quasi incest! Guests walking outside the door! These points were strongly stimulating my nerves! If her cunt hadn’t been quite sticky and slippery, I think I might have come right out in a fit!
But fortunately, her slippery cunt felt comfortable to me as I pumped, and the stimulation to my glans was still relatively minor, so I smothered one after another as I rampaged through my second aunt’s cunt!
And she just crawled on top of the arm of the couch, her head pressed against the backrest of the couch, and without a word she let me ram back and forth behind her! It was a feeling that I still remember to this day!
It wasn’t long before I started to feel my glans tingling and my whole penis throbbing, I knew in my heart that it was going to be too much to keep. I wanted to shoot directly into my second aunt’s vagina, it was very comfortable! But I was worried about getting her pregnant. Shot to the outside it, but also afraid of dirtying her skirt, is the two ends of the dilemma anxiety difficult time, she seems to also feel my in her vagina began to pulsate the glans, head also did not raise whispered:
“Cum inside, I’m wearing a ring.” I was naturally delighted to hear that, and poked and prodded vigorously a dozen times in a row, the last one deep against the depths of my vagina, my glans twitching and shooting out seven or eight streams of cum!
I don’t know if she had an orgasm or not, I had asked her about it later, but she never gave me an answer!
But I distinctly remember that when I finally ejaculated, her feet, which had been standing on the floor, left the ground, her legs hooked backward, and I saw that the muscles in her perineum around the opening of her vagina at the base of her thighs twitched inconspicuously a few times. I guess she would have been quite comfortable at that point!
After cumming, I didn’t immediately pull out my penis that was starting to soften, because I wanted to stay in her warm, wet and slippery meat hole for a while longer, and because I was also worried that pulling out right away would bring out some semen. She quietly climbed on the arm of the couch, and I stood quietly behind her.
Until she took a deep breath and whispered, “Come on out and get some napkins.” I let out a “hmmm” and pulled two napkins from the glass on the dining room table behind me, one on the underside of her vaginal opening and one in my hand, and slowly withdrew my softening cock and quickly wiped the goo off of it.
She reached a hand from underneath and took over from mine to press the napkin on the underside of her vaginal opening, then gently wiped it off a couple of times, looking up and nudging me toward the glass orientation of the napkin-filled cups, and I knowingly took some more from it and handed it to her.
She covered her vaginal opening with paper and slowly raised herself up, squatting on the floor with her legs apart, quietly waiting for the semen inside her vagina to slowly flow out. Carefully wiping the area around her vaginal opening again, she took out a packet of sanitary napkins from the carry bag on the couch, tore off the sticker on it, stuck the napkin inside her panties at the bend of her knees, lifted her panties and stood up, and the skirt that had been lifted up on her waist naturally fell down.
She stepped in front of the mirror, carefully brushed her slightly disheveled hair, straightened her overskirt, and picked up her nearby carry-on bag in her hand and headed for the door, and for some time we didn’t say a word.
I watched her until she reached the door and when she was about to reach out to open it, she looked back at me and turned her head again and said, “Don’t say anything to anyone about today.” After saying these words, my second aunt opened the door and walked out. I looked at the back of my second aunt’s marvelous departure and stood there for a long time!
Since that time in the restaurant when my second aunt and I had an intimate encounter, there was a phase of mutual avoidance between us, and the jokes and mutual harassment of each other’s bodies like in the old days were still missing.
After about a year we were back to our old relationship, and the jokes increased. But Auntie never mentioned what happened that night, as if it had never happened.
I sometimes think about it in my mind, after all, that night left me with deep and beautiful memories. I always thought that there was a chance that I could make love to her again, and I thought that since I had done it once, it wouldn’t be difficult for me to do it again. However, my second aunt’s attitude of fearfulness also dispelled my fantasies. Maybe I should be satisfied with what I’ve had once!
Maybe the good things always come fluttering in just when one is on the verge of losing one’s illusions! That’s another story about me and my second aunt!