My wife’s sister was not as innocent as she looked. [FMF] – Part 2

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/wxvagd/my_wifes_sister_was_not_as_innocent_as_she_looked/)

I had just come out of the shower, and Nadia, my sister in law, was soundly asleep in my bed.

With a towel around my waist, I stood, observing her smooth brown body, trying to make sense of what had just happened. Well, I had just fucked my wife’s sister, that’s what had happened, but it *didn’t* make sense. Nothing made sense at that point. It all seemed too convenient, like an elaborate—and now that I think of it—sick, perverted setup. If it was a test of loyalty, then why would Nadia take it all the way to the end? Was she merely a puzzled lesbian acting against her better judgement?

Fuck, I was confused. And, of course, I wasn’t the victim here. I enjoyed fucking Nadia. And she seemed to enjoy it, too, perhaps more than I did. But I was in love with her sister, and her sister was about to get back to the room at any moment now.

I quickly covered up Nadia’s naked, and still wet, body with a blanket and headed to the balcony to wait for my undoing.

My wife’s sister was not as innocent as she looked. [MF]

My wife, Prisha, comes from a very conservative Indian subculture, but she is nothing like the rest of her family. She is the hungriest, horniest woman I have ever encountered. Her curvy brown body is always ready for adventure in the bedroom and beyond.

My wife’s little sister, Nadia, on the other hand, is a more complicated case. Ever since I met her, she has identified as a lesbian, and she was even caught by Prisha in their parent’s house making out with one of her classmates. But that is as far as her promiscuousness went, or so we thought.

In mid-July, Prisha and I had decided to take a week-long break from work and book a room at a luxury resort in Cancun. The room we chose was facing the beach and had its own private pool in the balcony. It was the perfect place to re-spark our sexual desires, and we both looked forward to it with eagerness. The week before departing, however, Prisha came to me bearing bad news: Somehow, someway, Nadia had convinced her sister to come with us, informing me only at the last minute. Prisha and I worked grueling shifts, and this was supposed to be our chance to relax and enjoy each other’s presence.

The day when I became a submissive sissy for a BBC in NYC

This is a story about the most lustful experience of my life. Dialogue and thoughts of the event have been reproduced to the best of my ability.

It was late, past midnight. The windows of the motel were left wide open, New York City’s endless noise humming in the distance, and a cool summer breeze was brushing against my cleanly shaved body, when I caught a glimpse of someone in the room’s unusually large mirror. The reflection in the mirror was that of a youthful girl with flat chest but a pleasantly large and quite smooth butt. She was dressed in silky soft lingerie, covered by a red robe, and wearing an embroidered Venice mask. I stared blankly ahead, enamored by the sexy sight, thinking that I wanted to fuck the curly hair brunet in the mirror—but forgetting that the girl was in fact me, feminized and ready to receive a load from the muscular and dominating BBC that was about to emerge from the shower.

But before I tell you more about that night, the night when I became a submissive cock-sucking slut, I should tell you how it all started.

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