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Part one is here:

Note that the dialog I’ve included in the story is only an approximation of what was actually said: I honestly don’t remember exactly what either of us said, but I think it captures the general gist of what was said.
So the morning after the hot tub encounter I came into the kitchen to make myself my first cup of coffee for the day. I was wearing just thin cotton sleeping shorts. My SIL (let’s just call her Bek – this SIL thing is getting old) was already there, wearing a short nightgown that came down to just under her butt cheeks. It was clearly not new, and had been washed so often it was indecently translucent. From behind it looked a LOT like she wasn’t wearing underwear.
She turned around to greet me, and yeah, she may as well not have been wearing anything. It was all but see through, and the dark nipples on her married tits were rock hard, and her face was flushed. Now because I’m a boobs guy, it’s the one part of her anatomy I had all the time paid very close attention to, but other than occasionally seeing her in a swimsuit, she’d all the time been wearing a bra which, like all damn bras, shaped her boobs to look like every other set of boobs. Which was super unfortunate, because she had stunning boobs. Only just B cups. Being a boobs guy doesn’t mean I only salivate over enormous tits. I’m very definitely a small boobs guy. I make exceptions for some larger boobs, but by and large, given a choice, I’ll all the time choose small boobs first.
Her B cups, having breastfed 3 kids, were definitely sagging. Which ticked yet another box for me. Small boobs are great, but small saggy boobs are truly my kryptonite. Beks boobs were small, wide set, saggy, and delightfully slightly asymmetrical. Her dark nipples pointed somewhat down, and outward. Her swinging around to greet me made them bob and sway ever so slightly, which made me draw in my breath sharply, and made her blush furiously as she saw where my eyes landed.
Of course my cock reacted pretty instantaneously, creating a pretty impressive tent. I’m not entirely sure how long we stood there gawping at each other, but once my brain snapped back, I went in for a long hug, my cock pressed against her soft mom tummy, her hard nipples touching my stomach.
We are both evening bathers, and her morning smell was glorious. That overnight, slightly sweaty smell, chock full of pheromones which only served to make my cock harder. I pulled away slightly, tipped her head back so she was looking at me, and went in for a full on tongue tangling kiss. It seemed to last forever, broken only by her hand snaking down into my shorts to grip my cock.
“I only held this last night” she whispered. “I really need to see it now” before dropping to her knees, pulling my shorts down as she went, and getting level with my cock.
“My god” she said softly, “it’s so much bigger and thicker than my hubby, and you have so much more foreskin.” She stroked it up and down a few times, marveling at it, before reaching down, cupping my balls, and taking the head of my cock into her mouth.
This was heaven for me. Never in my wildest dreams had I wondered I’d ever actually get to do any of this in real life. And yet, here we were.
I let her go on a bit before pulling her back up. There was more kissing, and my hands found their way to her boobs, pulling up her night gown to get at them. She drew in her breath when I bent down to suck on them. I sucked tentatively at first, and then tried more enthusiasm. Seemed like she really liked it harder, so I gave it a lots more effort, whilst sliding a hand down over her tummy toward her bush.
I looked up to watch her face dissolve into a visage of ecstasy as my finger slid into the top of her slit, and made contact with her very swollen, and apparently very sensitive, clit. Despite much of my blood having made it’s way to my cock, I still managed to cobble together a modicum of a cunning plan, and so I stopped right there, pausing with my finger on her clit, motionless.
It took a few seconds before she opened her eyes, looked straight at me, and said “please?”
“I’d love to, but I need you to do a few things for me. I think you want me badly enough to do pretty much anything I want you to. Right?” I said, my instincts suggesting she probably had latent sub tendencies.
“Anything” she whispered back. “Anything. Just please don’t stop”
As I slid my finger further into her hot, swollen, hairy slit, I informed her that she was no longer allowed to wear a bra. Ever. And once we were done, she was gonna go get every bra she’d brought along and give them to me. Sliding my finger up and down her sodden slit, she was having trouble standing, and had to hold on to me as she nodded her agreement.
“All of them. I mean it. And when you get home, you’re going to go get all the remaining bras you own, and mail them to me. Understood?”
She nodded again, gasping slightly now as her orgasm built.
I slowly slid my finger back up her slit, over her engorged clit, and out, coming upright, looking her straight in the face.
“I’m going to fuck you now. In your married pussy. Bareback. And I’m not pulling out. I’m cumming inside you, Bek.”
Unable to speak now, she nodded enthusiastically. I lifted her onto the nearest counter, and she spread her legs for me, exposing a very meaty pussy. Pink, wet, ready for me.
I positioned my swollen cock head at the entrance to her pussy, paused, looked at her, and told her that she was also no longer allowed to shave her pussy. Any of it. And her armpits. The only thing I was gonna allow her to shave was her legs.
“I am about to take ownership of you, Bek, because apparently your husband is incapable of giving you what you need”, and started sliding into her.
There was no argument from her, just a crashing orgasm as the head of my cock disappeared between her hairy pussy lips. I kept sliding in as she shuddered, her vagina gripping my thickness, until I bottomed out, my entire length buried inside her.
By now we were, however, flirting with danger. Both my wife and her husband tended to sleep in, but by now there was a real chance once of them would wake, and so I laid into her, thrusting hard, and fast. We probably didn’t even make ten strokes before I started erupting inside her, flooding her with at least as much ejaculate as she’d produced the night before, and her having another orgasm as she felt my warm juices flowing into her.
After a minute or two we came down from our high to hear her husband having his morning pee, and had to quickly disengage and try and arrange ourselves to make it look like nothing untoward had happened. I ended up quickly sitting down at the kitchen table to hide the tent in my shorts, and stayed there quite a while. Despite having had possibly the best fuck of my life, watching Bek kissing her husband good morning, knowing my cum was dripping out of her pussy and running down the inside of her thighs made me stay super hard until she managed to escape to go clean up.

NSFW: yes

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