Sister's Secret, Scandalous Night

The rain hammered against the windows of my parents’ opulent home, a relentless soundtrack to the chaos of my sister’s engagement party. Just an hour before the festivities were set to begin, my suitcase had vanished from the airport carousel, leaving me in a borrowed, ill-fitting dress. Amy, my ever-fashionable sister, had remedied this by selecting a black halter top that showcased far too much skin for my comfort. But she insisted, her voice dripping with a persuasive sweetness, that I looked stunning, and that my husband, David, would be thrilled to see me looking so sensually exposed.

As we descended the grand staircase, my mother, radiating pride, offered a warm compliment, and a wave of heat flushed my cheeks as I caught David’s gaze. He was undeniably handsome, a man who clearly knew how to appreciate a woman’s beauty. A subtle shift in his eyes, a barely perceptible twitch of his lips, sent a delicious shiver down my spine. Pausing to embrace and kiss him, I made my way towards the kitchen, drawn by the promise of champagne.

David moved quickly, his presence immediately enveloping me in a comforting warmth. He placed his hands gently on my bare shoulders, then, with a slow, deliberate movement, swept his fingers back to brush against the sensitive skin of my neck. The touch ignited a fire within me, a primal yearning that threatened to overwhelm my senses. “You look beautiful,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble against my ear. Then, without warning, he leaned in, his hard body pressing against my back, a palpable hardness that sent jolts of pleasure through my body. "I want to fuck you," he whispered, the words laced with a possessive desire that made my breath catch in my throat.

Panic and excitement warred within me as I instinctively pulled away, a playful challenge in my eyes. "Ooh, baby," I gasped, giggling nervously, and kissed him quickly before demanding, "Behave yourself." But his grip tightened, his hands gripping my breasts, squeezing them mercilessly. The sensation was both painful and intensely stimulating, my nipples swelling and throbbing as my arousal escalated. Reaching between us, I instinctively began to rub and squeeze his stiff cock, a desperate attempt to prolong the pleasure and test his resolve.

"Mmmm, how long do you think you can stay hard?" I challenged, a hint of provocation in my voice.

Just as the question hung in the air, my mother’s voice called out from the hallway, interrupting our intimate moment. I quickly released my grip and grabbed the tray of champagne, a hasty retreat that only served to heighten the tension.

As the party commenced, I stood beside my sister, a dutiful maid of honor. Throughout the evening, David’s attention never wavered. His eyes, filled with a fervent adoration, constantly sought me out, and each stolen glance sent a wave of heat washing over my skin. He discreetly squeezed his cock, a silent reassurance of his unwavering desire, a subtle signal that he was still completely consumed by my presence. Several times, I caught him gazing at me with a lustful intensity that made my heart pound in my chest.

At one point, I ventured into the kitchen to prepare a platter of appetizers, and to my surprise, David followed close behind. As I stood before the counter, arranging the canapés, he placed his hands gently on my shoulders, his touch sending shivers through my body. His soft kisses tickled my neck, igniting another wave of pleasure. “I’m so hard,” he whispered, his voice thick with anticipation, “I can’t believe how beautiful and fuckable you look in that dress.” He then proceeded to pin me against the kitchen wall, his hands firmly gripping my waist as he ground his erection against the small of my back.

I moaned, succumbing to the intoxicating sensation, and felt my own arousal building to a fever pitch. My nipples burned with heat, elongating and hardening under his insistent touch. My body shook uncontrollably, a desperate plea for release. “Baby, please, just a little bit longer,” I whimpered, my voice strained with pleasure, “Then you can fuck me all you want.”

His hands slid under my arms, pulling me closer until he was completely engulfed in my embrace. He pinned me against the wall, his grip tightening around my waist as he began to grind his cock against my ass. The friction was intense, each thrust sending waves of pleasure radiating through my entire body. "Mmmm," I moaned, lost in the moment, as he continued to pound against me with relentless force.

As he pulled back, leaving me breathless and trembling, he looked down at me with a triumphant smirk. He began to unbutton his pants, the sound a blatant invitation to further pleasure.

“No, baby, please what if…” I managed to utter before he slowly lowered himself onto me, his hard cock thrust deep inside my waiting body. The sensation was overwhelming, a torrent of pleasure that threatened to consume me entirely. I arched my back, pushing against his weight, desperate to intensify the experience.

My hands instinctively grabbed his shaft, stroking it with frantic intensity, drawing forth a moan of pleasure from my lips. Bending my head down, I licked around his head, savoring the taste of his arousal, while my other hand rubbed and squeezed his stiff cock, pushing him closer to the edge of ecstasy.

“Yes, baby, that’s it. Suck it; make me cum,” I urged, my voice a breathless whisper. As I took his cockhead into my mouth and lowered one hand to rub his balls, his hips began a frantic rocking motion, each thrust bringing me closer to the brink. My body shook violently, tears streaming down my face as my juices flowed freely, a testament to the sheer intensity of my arousal.

In a matter of moments, Sam groaned, his cock pulsed with a final surge of power, and his cum shot straight to the back of my throat, entering the back of my sinuses with a forceful expulsion. I pulled off his cock, shaking my head in a mixture of pleasure and exhaustion, and as he wiped his mouth with a dish towel, he painted my face with the last shot of his cum.

My mother called out again, summoning me back to the festivities. I kissed my husband one last time, a lingering taste of pleasure on my lips, and grabbed the tray of champagne, joining my sister in the throng of partygoers. Throughout the rest of the evening, I made sure to maintain eye contact with David, sending him tantalizing glances that fueled his desire. I let him know, subtly but unmistakably, that I was enjoying his attention, a silent acknowledgment of the potent connection between us. My pussy and thighs were wet and dripping, but I made my best efforts to conceal it from all but David, whom I tantalized with knowing glances and playful gestures.

As the party wound down, I excused myself from my sister and made my way towards the bathroom, eager to escape the crowded room. Once inside, I hopped up onto the counter and pulled my dress up, spreading my legs wide to expose my ample backside. The cool air on my skin sent a shiver through me, but it couldn’t quell the heat that still lingered from our intimate encounter.

Just as I began to adjust my attire, I heard the familiar click of the bathroom door. It was my sister, Amy, who had just noticed my disheveled appearance and was clearly seeking to capitalize on the situation. She grinned mischievously, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she observed my struggle to maintain composure.

“Well, well, well,” she said, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm, “Look what we have here. You seem a little embarrassed, don’t you?” She paused for effect, then added, “Don’t worry, sis, I’m just here to offer you the loan of a nightgown or sleep shirt. You can never have too many options, especially when it comes to covering up after a good time.”

My blush deepened as I realized the implication of her words. Amy was clearly enjoying my discomfort, relishing the opportunity to tease me further. I forced a smile, attempting to regain my composure, but my body betrayed me, trembling with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal.

As I politely declined her offer, my sister burst into laughter, her joy infectious. She then turned her attention to my husband, who had followed her into the bathroom. She winked at him, a blatant invitation that sent shivers down my spine. Without hesitation, he responded with a playful kiss on her head, then turned his attention back to me, his eyes filled with a possessive hunger.

He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to gently caress my shoulder, before lowering his head to kiss my neck. The touch was electrifying, igniting a fresh wave of desire within me. He continued to shower me with affection, his hands sliding down my arms and into my dress, finding their way to cup and squeeze my breasts. My nipples swelled and hardened under his insistent touch, a clear sign of his arousal.

“I’m so hard,” he whispered, his voice thick with anticipation, “I can’t believe how beautiful and fuckable you look in that dress.” Then, without warning, he pinned me against the counter, grinding his erection against my ass. The sensation was intense, both painful and intensely pleasurable, pushing me to the very edge of ecstasy.

"Baby, please, just a little bit longer," I gasped, struggling against his grip, "Then you can fuck me all you want."

His hands slid under my arms and into my dress, pulling me closer until he was completely engulfed in my embrace. He continued to grind his cock against my ass, each thrust sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. I moaned, succumbing to the overwhelming sensation, as he intensified his efforts, pushing me closer and closer to the brink.

As he pulled back, leaving me breathless and trembling, he looked down at me with a triumphant smirk. He then proceeded to unbutton his pants, revealing his hard cock in all its glory.

“Don’t worry; I’ll keep watch,” he promised, his voice laced with a playful challenge.

I knew there was no stopping him, and frankly, I didn’t want to. I closed my palms around his shaft, stroking him with frantic intensity, drawing forth a groan of pleasure from my lips. Bending my head down, I licked around his head, savoring the taste of his arousal, while my other hand rubbed and squeezed his stiff cock, pushing him closer to the edge of ecstasy.

Just as I reached the peak of my pleasure, my mother called out again, reminding me that I had responsibilities beyond the confines of the bathroom. Sam quickly disengaged himself, tucking his cock away and straightening his clothes. I stood up, shaking off the last vestiges of our intimate encounter, and brushed myself off before offering my husband a polite farewell. Then, we rejoined the party, both carrying ourselves with an air of confident pleasure, a silent acknowledgment of the powerful connection that bound us together.

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