Because of what my sister in law Rachel told me two weeks ago, I practically ripped off her clothing and fucked the shit out of her all night and into the following morning.
She's a slut, a great looking slut, but a dirty slut all the same. So when she told me my wife had cheated on me two days before we got married, I was furious, but also horny as fuck as I watched Rachel playing with her pussy as she across from me.
The sex I had with Rachel was by far in a way, THE best, most dirty and most satisfying sex I've ever had.
If you can think of something sexual, we probably did it, or something very similar throughout a whole night of debauched hard dirty and extremely adventurous licking, sucking and fucking. I even at one stage had my whole right hand and part of my wrist up her asshole, as she impaled herself on it.
Before she left the following morning, I spent nearly an hour in a sixty nine with her. And I couldn't have been more turned on. Finally fucking Rachel as forcefully as I've ever fucked anyone.
When my wife returned the following evening from her business trip, I made out everything was normal. And thankfully with hindsight over this past fortnight, I did.
Rachel text me the same night and asked if we could meet. Driving over to her apartment a day later, she invited me in. She looked sheepish and avoided looking directly at me. Sitting down in her kitchen, she made me a coffee then said "What I told you about my sister wasn't true. She's never cheated on you. I was jealous of her and have always wanted to have sex with you".
Rachel went on for some time, telling me how she'd always fancied me and how she'd longed to feel my cock inside her. As she spoke I wanted to get angry, I wanted to feel guilty about the sex we'd had, but instead all I could think about was how amazing our time together had been. And even though she'd admitted to lying to me, I still sat there close to her, wanting to fuck her all over again.
We agreed it should stay a secret between us, and both spoke about how bad we'd been to my wife, even if I did it unwittingly. Yet as she spoke further, her silk robe she had on opened right up. I found myself becoming erect. Her breasts were fully on show, as was her tight flat stomach. She caught me looking, apologized, but by then I wanted her so badly. Gripping her hair, I forced my sister in law down and made her take out my cock. Ramming my erection down her throat I lost myself in her oral talents. I knew full well at that point I was going to fuck Rachel and again the sex we had in her kitchen was staggeringly good. It wasn't loving sex in any sense of making love, it was pure animalistic fucking. A kind of rough intense sex men have with hookers, the kind of sex only a few people actually like. And I'd found my mark, I'd found what was missing when I bedded my wife.
With Rachel pushed hard over a breakfast bar stool, I force fucked her asshole, slapping her butt cheeks and making them sting red. She was trembling from her second orgasm by the time I came deep inside her bowels, but I didn't relent as I was too turned on to stop. Stooping down, I gripped her butt cheeks, pulled them apart and buried my face in between them. Tonguing out my own goo, Rachel was yelling out yet another climax as she furiously played with her clit. Finally we both rose up and kissed. It was our first really sensual moment, but one split by my phone ringing. Answering I said hello to Rachel's older sister, telling her I was on my way home.
On the drive back home, I kept on telling myself, that that was it between myself and Rachel, but deep down I knew I wanted to fuck her over and over again.
And in the days afterwards up to last night, we've fucked no less than eight times. It's as though we were meant to be together. We FIT each other. We are extremely well suited, and with my cock always rampant to be inside her mouth pussy and asshole, I don't see us stopping anytime soon.