Part 4 Finale – How far is too far? Cheating with my wife’s sister [MF]

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There wasn’t any fallout from the sex that Julie and I shared after Victoria came home from her trip. No evidence laying around, no awkwardness, just the burden of guilt, and the remaining cum left inside her. Julie didn’t mention anything, and all was quiet again for the next three or four weeks, going about our daily lives and routines.

One morning Victoria and I were both getting ready for work. She was in the shower upstairs and doing her hair, and I showered downstairs usually. I had a cup of coffee and said good morning to Julie, who happened to be up as well – this wasn’t typical as she worked afternoons, but she was already having coffee downstairs. She was still in a thin, kimono-style robe that she owned (kind of [like this](http://i.imgur.com/VQPUSOu.jpg)), with a tank top on underneath. She was sitting at our countertop and I couldn’t see what she had on for pants, but it looked like only panties or short shorts.

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The cum coated Julie’s curled fingers and ran down her knuckles as she forced her middle and ring fingers inside herself between her legs. I was still positioned behind her with my hand on my cock, breathing heavily as I came down. She turned her head and smiled back at me, still moaning. I felt strange and guilty, but at the same time so fucking horny. Usually I finish and am done quickly, but I was so immensely turned on from the situation.

Julie must’ve sensed it, or just wanted to cum, because she pushed backward, lining her open and cum covered pussy up with my dick-in-hand. I pulled back and leaned onto my bent legs, not wanting to push things much further. Julie groaned softly and scooted backwards, again placing her pussy just over my cock. I felt myself tingle with excitement, and in one moment I was overcome with desire, and slowly but forcefully pushed myself deep inside of her.

Part 2 – How far is too far? Cheating with my wife’s sister [MF]

Continued from part 1 here: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a5a3z9/how_far_is_too_far_cheating_with_my_wifes_sister/

I moved down the stairs again, following my routine. It was about 11pm, my wife Victoria was passed out upstairs, and Julie had the TV on and was playing on her phone, probably on Instagram or something. “Hey,” she said in a hushed voice. I walked over and sat with her, and we talked as if nothing had happened the day before, with no mention of anything. Maybe she hadn’t noticed the tension. Was I reading too much into the situation?

She was wearing full length pajama pants and a grey cotton tank top, and I could see her round and perky tits pushing against the fabric. We talked and watched tv, and after probably 15 minutes, she said the baby was kicking and grabbed my hand like the night before. She laid on her back again, pushed my hand under her shirt against her belly, and waited. I could feel her breathing against me, her warm skin. A few seconds in, I felt the light tap on her skin. “I felt it!” I said, kind of excited. Julie smiled, and I felt her intertwine a few of her fingers with mine. It was as if we’d shared a moment – one that she and her (soon to be ex) husband hadn’t even shared.

How far is too far? Cheating with my wife’s sister [MF]

I kneeled, my dick positioned in front of her slightly open pussy lips, ready to explode. She furiously rubbed her clit with one hand, the other holding her up on her hands and knees, bent over in front of me.

This happened about two years ago now. My wife and I had been married about four years, and were 26 years old. We were both doing well in our careers, and had a large house, and no children yet. My wife, Victoria, has a big family and a sister who’d been having trouble in her own marriage. Julie had been with her husband for two or three years, was 32 years old, and recently found out that he was cheating on her with a coworker and had cheated previously with a stranger. Their marriage had pretty much fallen apart, but Julie was about five months pregnant with their first child.

During their divorce, we all agreed it’d be best if Julie came to live with me and Victoria. We had two open rooms, and plenty of space for the three of us. She moved in, and things went well.