I had natural sex with my wife's sister in the bathroom

Hey there, I’m Jake. I wanna share a wild story from last summer when my wife and I went to Turkey for a vacation. We spent most of our trip hopping between relatives’ houses, crashing for a few days at each spot because, well, you know how family insists. With just a couple days left before our flight home, my sister-in-law, Sarah, invited us to stay at her place. Her husband, Mike, offered to drive us to the airport when it was time to go, so we planned to spend our final three days chilling with them.

Since Mike was at work all day, I ended up hanging out with my wife, Emily, and Sarah most of the time. On our last day, Emily decided to hit the shops for some last-minute souvenirs, leaving me and Sarah alone at the house. It was crazy hot, so I figured I’d cool off with a quick shower. I didn’t bother locking the bathroom door—Sarah and I are pretty close, and we’ve always been open with each other. To be honest, we’d hooked up once before, but that was ages ago, and I wasn’t even thinking about anything like that this time.

So, I’m in the shower, letting the water wash away the heat, when Sarah just walks in like it’s no big deal, carrying a pile of laundry. She starts loading the washing machine right there in the bathroom. I was a bit thrown off but didn’t make a fuss—we’d seen each other naked before, so I just kept showering. After tossing the clothes in, she plops down on the closed toilet seat and starts chatting with me like we’re having coffee or something. I’m scrubbing up, talking back, and honestly, her watching me shower was kinda turning me on.

Before I know it, I’m getting hard, and Sarah notices. She grins and says, “Well, look at you, Jake. Someone’s waking up.” I laugh it off, joking, “What do you expect? Emily’s been too busy shopping to take care of me, and this guy’s got a mind of his own.” She giggles and reaches out, teasing, “Want me to help you out? Can’t leave you like this—it’s practically a sin.” Next thing I know, her hand’s on me, stroking slow and steady. I’m loving every second of it, so I turn toward her to make it easier.

Things heat up fast. I’m rock hard, and I warn her, “Slow down, or I’m gonna lose it right here.” She smirks, pulls her hand back, and says, “Hold it together, Jake. I haven’t had you in forever, and I’m not settling for just a quick handjob.” Then she leans in, takes me in her mouth, and starts working me like a pro. She’s going slow, teasing, pausing just enough to keep me from finishing too soon. I can tell she’s picked up some tricks since last time.

Suddenly, she pulls back, stands up, and turns around. She’s wearing this thin summer skirt, and with one quick move, she lifts it up, showing off that perfect ass. “Come on, Jake,” she says, her voice all husky. “I need you inside me. Pick a hole, I don’t care—just do it.” I’m still in the tub, but I grab her hips, pull her close, and slide into her. I’m buck naked, she’s still half-dressed with her skirt hiked up, and we’re going at it like there’s no tomorrow. I’m already on the edge, so after a few thrusts, I pull out and say, “Get back here and taste it.”

She spins around, drops to her knees, and takes me deep in her mouth, her dark eyes locked on mine the whole time. That look—man, it’s enough to drive anyone crazy. I grab her hair, guiding her as she works me, and it doesn’t take long before I’m done, unloading while she keeps those eyes on me, swallowing every bit without flinching. It’s intense, like she’s savoring it, and I’m just lost in the moment. I hadn’t hooked up in a while, so there was a lot, but she takes it all, licking me clean afterward like it’s her favorite dessert.

When it’s over, she pulls back, smirks, and says, “God, Jake, I missed you. Can’t wait for the next time.” Then she leans in, still tasting of me, and plants a long, deep kiss on my lips. That summer in Turkey? Yeah, it’s one I’ll never forget.