My Brother-in-Law’s Cock: One Forbidden Night of Raw Lust

It was that Saturday evening in April, kids finally down after park and dinner. Héloïse away in Argentina, her hubby alone with the little ones. I’d texted him earlier, checking in, craving his eyes on me again. Those stolen glances at my massive cleavage—he’d been staring for years. I showed up late afternoon, heart racing. Pool tomorrow? Sure, I’d borrow her swimsuit, crash here like always.

Kids excited, bedtime dragged. Finally alone. Movie night? His latest Cannes download glitches on TV. Bedroom PC it is. We slide onto the bed, lights off, film droning slow. My eyelids droop, his breathing evens out. Midnight hits, I wake, bladder full. Slip out quiet, pee echoes soft. Door clicks shut behind me. Heart pounds. Fuck it. Strip naked, skin prickling in cool air. His scent lingers on sheets—musky, manly. Slide back under covers, inches from his heat. Phone buzzes once on nightstand—his earlier text glows: ‘Kids miss Tata.’ Lie. He misses these tits.

The Approach: Tension Building to Explosion

He’s in boxers, bulge stirring. I shift sideways, ass brushing him. Wait. His hand lands on my bare hip. No fabric. He freezes. I moan low, arch back, glue my cheeks to his hardening cock. Guide his palm up—crush it on my huge, heavy breast. Nipple pebbles under his fingers. Fuck yes. He gropes, pinches, explores the weight he’s fantasized about. My hand snakes down, thick bush untouched for years. Celibate too long. His fingers find my slit—dripping wet. Shove one in deep. Growl escapes. Circle my clit, plunge again. I grind ass on his throbbing dick, boxer tent straining.

Yank his waistband. Cock springs free, hot against me. Twerk cheeks on shaft, jerking him sloppy. Minutes blur, breaths ragged. His hot breath on neck—turn, crush lips, tongues wrestle wild. Suck his deep, hungry. Straddle him fast. Smear soaked pussy along his length, hunt that clit-rub angle. Hump hard, seconds ticking. Body locks, scream muffled in pillow. Cum crashes, juices flood his cock.

The Fuck: Savage, Sweaty Release

Pant heavy, slide down. Grip shaft, tongue flicks glans—salty pre-cum. Swirl, then swallow whole. Bob fast, throat deep, gag a little. He groans, pulls me off—too close. Flip him dominant? No, my turn to devour. But he grabs, lays me back. Face to my bush, thighs spread wide. Tongue dives in, laps nectar, sucks clit. Waves build, second orgasm rips—moan animal.

Whisper hot: ‘Fuck me now.’ Grab his cock, impale deep. No condom, raw fill. Slow pumps turn brutal—he hammers. Grab his ass, urge harder. ‘Pound it!’ Flip doggy, present wide ass. Slams in, balls slap. Cries build, pillow bites. He pauses edges, I beg: ‘Don’t stop!’ Mount reverse, tits bounce wild. Slap-clap echoes, sweat drips. ‘I’m cumming!’ He floods me, hot spurts deep. I shatter again, collapse slick on him. Cum leaks warm on balls.

Minutes pass, sticky tangle. ‘Shame we can’t do this more.’ Kiss light, sleep claims. Morning pool fun, normal smiles. I leave post-lunch. Nothing since—got a boyfriend now. But those knowing grins? Door’s cracked for round two.