Wife’s sisters – Part 2

This is a continuation of the story of Sam and his sister-in-law, Ananya’s, affair.

Previous Part: Wife’s sisters – Part 1

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Their first kiss started off gentle and hesitant, as though they were scared that the smallest contact could break the delicate fantasy they had created. However, as time passed and seconds turned into minutes, the kiss became more intense and desperate. Ananya’s fingertips reached the bottom of his shirt, tracing the contours of his stomach as if committing the details to memory.

However, as their relationship intensified, the feeling of guilt lingered on the outskirts of their awareness. They were aware that each moment spent together was temporary, a brief sampling of something they could never possess. However, during that secret moment, they let themselves be engulfed by the growing intensity of the flame igniting between them, a blaze that could destroy everything they had built.

The residence was silent with only the consistent ticking of the clock on the fireplace as a persistent reminder of the outside world. Sam was aware that he couldn’t avoid the truth indefinitely and must confront the repercussions of his behavior. However, at the moment, he could only embrace Ananya closely, feeling their hearts pounding in unison with the ticking of the clock, as they waited for the storm to arrive.

Her figure was a terrain of gentle curves and soft inclines, a warm canvas that seemed to beckon his touch. Her breasts were perky, the rosy tips of her nipples hardening against his chest as she quivered with every breath. Ananya had a slender waist, its curve seemed to beckon his hand to gently feel her breathing stomach. Her hips widened, creating a perfect support for his, and her legs, previously full of vigor and vitality, now rested motionless against his, seeming to yield silently.

The texture of her skin felt like velvet as he touched it, the warmness of it standing out against the room’s coolness. While running his fingers along her back, Sam identified the fragile bones that formed the structure of her body, her tender skin showcasing her feminine power. Ananya’s typically unruly dark curls formed a halo around her flushed face as her hair cascaded over the pillow. Her brown eyes, which had always captivated him, now gazed into his with a blend of fear and hope.

Using a soft yet strong movement, he raised Ananya from the seat, his arm muscles slightly tense from the exertion. In his arms, she felt as light as a feather, her body perfectly molded to his as if it were destined to be there. He gently placed her on the sofa, treating her as delicately as if she were the most fragile of objects, her legs hanging over the edge while she looked at him with a trembling smile.

The sofa showed signs of aging from many family gatherings, its fabric a mixture of dull colors that hugged Ananya’s body. His head lay on a cushion with a slight hint of Anjali’s fragrance, a smell that caused a pang of guilt to run down his back. However, he was unable to divert his gaze from Ananya’s stunning appearance, her legs slightly apart, showcasing the top of her thighs in a manner that caused his heart to beat rapidly. Now that the sun had set below the horizon, the room was filled with a gentle amber light that created a play of shadows and highlights on her skin, giving her the appearance of a seductive goddess.

She gasped when he mounted her, his heavy body pushing her down on the pillows. The couch’s material conformed to their shapes, keeping them in a quiet hug that conveyed unspoken emotions. Ananya’s hands reached his shoulders, her nails gently digging in as she drew him nearer, her hips curved towards him. There was an energetic atmosphere between them, causing his hair to stand upright.

She kept her gaze locked on his eyes while he started to move, his hands discovering the smoothness of her skin and the contours of her body. Every part of her held a surprise, a mystery that he had not known about for a while. The couch made noises as they sat on it, silently observing the long-standing passion between them.

Their movements followed a timeless dance, creating a rhythm that appeared to vibrate within the house’s walls. Sam’s hands discovered the heat between Ananya’s thighs, her sigh of pleasure resonating in the room like a prayer. His touch was light and respectful, like he feared disrupting the enchantment between them. She reacted to him with a passionate desire that matched his own, lifting her hips to meet his touch, her breaths quick and sharp.

The temperature in the room increased as their hearts beat faster, the air filled with the smell of longing and the hint of a greater possibility. The couch creaked beneath them, the material moving with each motion, as though it too were swept up in the intensity of their love. The warm glow of the setting sun painted their bodies, giving Ananya’s skin a resemblance to liquid gold.

At that instant, while they danced in sync with each other’s desires, Sam experienced a feeling of correctness that had been absent for quite some time. Every fiber of his being seemed to have desired this, desired her, without his awareness. However, the presence of his marriage cast a dark cloud over their relationship, a ghostly figure ready to destroy the vulnerable happiness they had built.

She looked into his eyes, asking a question without words that he couldn’t respond to. He was aware that they should not be going down this path, but the attraction was too powerful, the longing too strong. He kissed her once more, exploring her mouth with his tongue, savoring her sweetness like it was the final thing he would ever experience.

The sofa they sat on was a platform for their intense feelings, the worn cushions proof of the many happy moments his wife and her sister had experienced together. However, at this moment, it was Ananya’s sounds of enjoyment that echoed in the room, her body bending under his, her nails scratching down his back silently asking for more.

He sensed the stress in her muscles, the contraction of her core, how her legs clung to his waist tightly. Upon her arrival, she let out a scream so powerful it felt like it was trembling the house, her body shaking with pleasure as they both were enveloped in a wave of intense feelings.

At one point, the room was filled only with Ananya’s breathless gasps and the steady rhythm of Sam’s tongue on her. He had always been a generous lover, but the way he adored her as if he had been deprived of her flavor, was fresh and captivating. Ananya’s body responded to his touch, every nerve tingling with pleasure as he passionately explored her with a seemingly insatiable hunger.

Her pelvis jerked, her hands grabbing his hair, encouraging him to come closer, go deeper. The tension in her belly was intensifying with every movement of his tongue. Her arousal caused the couch to become slippery beneath her, with the fabric clinging to her skin while she squirmed under him. Ananya’s eyes flicked upwards, and she clamped her bottom lip between her teeth to stifle a scream, her body quivering as she struggled to restrain herself.

And suddenly, like a floodgate opening, she let out a scream, her body arching from the couch in pleasure. An intense wave of white-hot pleasure swept over her, causing her to perceive new colors in her vision. Sam’s name was like a prayer on her tongue, a blessing to the man who had just destroyed her world.

Afterwards, Ananya was out of breath, with her legs still around Sam’s neck. He gazed at her with a pleased expression that she couldn’t resist finding cute. Her body was relaxed, without tension, a pool of peace that she wished to stay in forever. However, his eyes did not convey contentment. A whirlwind of emotions, a turbulent mix of passion and guilt that reflected her innermost feelings.

They gazed at one another in silence for an extended period, the unspoken words creating a meaningful exchange. They were aware that they had gone too far, crossing a boundary that was now permanent. Still, the desire for additional warmth and connection they had just experienced was irresistible to both of them.

Gradually, Ananya unwound her legs from Sam’s neck, her feet making a soft thud as they touched the ground. She raised herself, her cheeks red, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “I will…
She whispered, her voice trembling, “I can’t believe we just did that.”

Sam nodded, his eyes filled with longing. “I can’t either,” he replied in a gruff voice. “However, I have no remorse for it.”

The admission lingered in the silence, a reality they weren’t prepared to acknowledge verbally. They had reached a point where they couldn’t go back to the way things were before.

As panic started to creep in, Ananya was determined not to backtrack. The bond they shared was too intense, too genuine to ignore. Looking into Sam’s eyes, she noticed the same desire mirrored back at her.

Her trembling hand extended towards his pants, making contact with the burgeoning tent. She touched his erection, already firm with lust, pressing against the material. Silently, she undid the buttons and zipper of his jeans, feeling her heart racing. Sam gazed intently into her eyes while she lowered his pants, unveiling his impressive and thick erection.

She glanced in amazement at his 6-inch erection, the tip shiny with pre-cum. It was a stunning, frightening sight, representing the intense feelings that had been building up between them for quite some time. Ananya inhaled deeply, her hand shaking as she extended it to make contact. It was hot, her skin smooth like velvet covering metal, and she experienced a surge of strength when she gripped its width.

With an unexpected hunger, Ananya leaned in, parting her lips to take him in. His flavor was enthralling, a combination of salt and musk that caused her mind to whirl. She started to suck, her tongue swirled around the tip, her hand firmly gripped his shaft. Sam closed his eyes, threw his head back, and groaned with pleasure.

Her mouth became moist from his excitement, the sounds of her sucking reverberating in the room. Ananya experienced a feeling of authority and dominance while guiding him further inside her, her throat tightening around his size. She sensed him getting more aroused, his pelvis moving slightly as she touched him.

However, it was Sam’s expression that caused a surge of electricity to run through her body. He had closed his eyes, his face showing pure bliss, his body filled with pleasure. It was a gaze she had never experienced focused on her, one that made her believe she could achieve anything.

With every nod of her head, Ananya experienced an increasing desire, a craving that went beyond mere physicality. She desired to bring him joy, to make him focus only on her. Feeling him grow in her mouth, she realized she had accomplished her goal.

He was caught off guard by the orgasm, his body convulsing as he reached climax. Ananya went all the way down on him, engulfing all his essence, his flavor revealing her passion. Their surroundings disappeared for a brief moment as they expressed their long-held feelings for each other through a wordless embrace.

Afterwards, Sam fell back on the couch, his chest rising and falling heavily from the pleasure he had experienced. Ananya smirked as she sat upright and used the back of her hand to clean her mouth. They had crossed a boundary, yet the excitement of the act only fueled her desire for additional experiences.

The quietness was filled with unanswered inquiries and the expectation of additional ones in the future. Ananya felt her heart beating rapidly, the excitement of the moment lingering within her blood. She was aware that returning to the old ways was impossible, but she had no desire to do so either.

Ananya locked eyes with Sam, witnessing the intense hunger in his gaze for the first time since they began their journey of forbidden desire. She understood his desires and their shared needs. Without saying anything, she got up from the sofa, slipped on a t-shirt and baggy pants, her legs unsteady from her orgasm, and made her way to the kitchen.

While Ananya grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, Sam watched the way her shirt stuck to her wet skin, tracing the curve of her back with his eyes. He couldn’t resist the urge; he had to savor her once more, to experience her warmth pressed against him. Quietly stepping on the chilly tiles, he reached her and embraced her before she could react.

Raising Ananya onto the kitchen counter, Sam pushed her against the cold surface, his body a stark difference to the chill. In a reflexive manner, she encircled her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck as he kissed her once more. Their kiss was filled with longing, a wordless guarantee of future intimacy.

She looked shocked at first, but her surprise quickly turned into passion as she felt his tongue exploring her mouth. Ananya’s eyelids gently closed as she struggled to catch her breath. She felt her body react to him, her nipples becoming erect against her shirt.

Sam’s hands instinctively moved to her chest, his thumbs gently grazing the tender peaks beneath her clothes. Ananya groaned, lifted her back, and presented herself to him. He pulled on her shirt, lifting it above her head, exposing her bare breasts to the chilly air.

Her complexion was rosy, with dark pink nipples that called out for his focus. He sucked gently on one in his mouth, feeling the peak tighten against his tongue. Ananya’s hold on his neck tightened, her nails piercing his skin. She kept her eyes shut, an expression of pure pleasure on her face while he indulged in her.

Ananya’s moans resonated in the kitchen, creating a symphony of pleasure that reverberated within Sam’s soul. His desire was growing stronger, like a fire that could potentially engulf them both. He realized he couldn’t quit at that moment, he had to possess her completely.

He let out a groan as he moved back from her chest, keeping his gaze locked on hers. Ananya’s chest rose and fell with every breath, her eyes clouded with desire. He could detect the desire in her eyes, the same need he felt himself. Maintaining eye contact, he unfastened his pants and his erection was released.

Ananya noticed his erection, her eyes widening before a smile appeared on her face. “Sam,” she murmured, her voice a seductive whisper that felt like a cozy hug.

He moved nearer, his penis making contact with her exposed flesh. Ananya’s eyes became half-closed as she sensed his body heat and his body pressed against her stomach. The cool surface of the counter pressed against her back, creating a sharp juxtaposition with the warmth growing between her thighs.

Using one hand, Sam held the base of his shaft and directed it towards her opening. Ananya gazed steadily into his eyes while she reached down, her hand shaking slightly as she made contact with him. The anticipation was overwhelming, the atmosphere in the kitchen saturated with it.

After that, Ananya looked silently puzzled before she reached down and moved her pants to the side. Sam inhaled deeply one last time before plunging inside her, filling her up entirely. The noise of them coming together was a gasp that appeared to reverberate throughout the space, announcing their fresh love.

She closed her eyes tightly while she absorbed his presence, her body adapting to the quick sense of completeness. Sam paused, allowing her time to adapt, his own breathing showing signs of desire. Next, he started to move with a soft growl, his hips establishing a steady rhythm that made Ananya’s head drift backward, her mouth silently expressing pleasure.

The kitchen, formerly a space for everyday tasks and light chats, had transformed into a sanctuary for their wishes. Ananya’s nails dug into his back as her legs encircled his waist, encouraging him to go deeper while her hips met each thrust. Sam never looked away from her eyes, noticing how they dilated with pleasure with each of his movements.

He withdrew gradually, the sound of their bodies separating filling the room, then thrust back in, with more force and speed. Ananya’s chest heaved as they came together, the feeling of their skin rubbing against each other causing a pleasurable torment that left them both out of breath. Her hands located his face, her fingers following the curve of his jaw, motioning him nearer.

They moved in unison, experiencing a level of passion that was new to both of them. Sam was familiar with every part of her body, every delicate area that elicited a reaction, every sensation of pleasure that coursed through her. Ananya was familiar with his rhythm, noticing how his muscles tightened before he climaxed. They were perfectly aligned, two parts of a complete entity that had finally met. Ananya’s legs switched positions, now raised in the air with her ankles on his shoulders. Sam’s penis forcefully penetrated her, causing intense pleasure to surge through her body. Her plea echoed like a siren, urging him to push further and with more intensity.

He sensed the tension in her body, the muscles contracting around him, indicating she was nearing climax. He lifted his hand, his thumb locating her clitoris, gently massaging it as he continued to thrust. Ananya’s eyes rolled upwards and her head fell back as she unraveled in his embrace. A wave of sensation, like a tsunami, overwhelmed her during the orgasm, leaving her breathless and limp.

However, Sam continued, unable to halt. Seeing her lost in enjoyment was unbearable. He required every bit of her. He lifted her, still holding her with her legs around him, and took her to the bedroom. They no longer noticed the world around them as they fell onto the bed, entwined in limbs and love.

Her body was covered in sweat and longing, as he adorned it with each caress, each kiss. Ananya positioned herself on top of him, her dampness covering his chest, her breasts moving up and down as she moved her hips. She welcomed him back eagerly, her vagina squeezing tightly around his penis.

Together, they shifted, with Ananya’s hands resting on his chest, her nails creating crescent marks on his skin. Sam never took his eyes off hers, the bond between them stronger than it had ever been. The space resounded with the rhythm of their bodies colliding, a sound that intensified with every moment that passed.

The tension increased, resembling a coil that tightened more and more with each thrust. Ananya’s eyes widened, her breath quickening as she felt herself nearing the edge once more. Sam’s eyes were filled with intense emotion, his jaw tight as he suppressed his own climax.

While experiencing the start of another orgasm, Ananya gazed back at him with eyes filled with desire. She breathed heavily, announcing her imminent climax. “Sam, I am… I am…

A scream interrupted her words as she reached climax, her body spasming around him. However, he kept going without stopping or even slowing down. He sensed her vagina constricting around his penis and could hear the moist noises of their intimacy echoing in the room.

Afterwards, Sam let out a loud roar that felt like it came from the depths of his being as he reached his highest point. He thrust into her forcefully one final time, his penis throbbing as he ejaculated inside her. Ananya was overwhelmed by her orgasm, feeling its powerful force causing her entire body to shake.

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