Forbidden Nightly Visits: Emma My Elder Sister's Husband

Emma, my sister’s husband, was a man of many secrets. He was a tall, handsome man with a chiseled jawline and piercing blue eyes. Every night, he would sneak into my room, his eyes filled with desire and longing. At first, I was shocked and confused, but as time went on, I found myself eagerly awaiting his nightly visits.

My sister, Stella, was oblivious to her husband’s infidelity. She was a busy mother of three, always running around, taking care of the kids and the house. Emma, on the other hand, was a man of leisure. He had a high-paying job that allowed him to come and go as he pleased. And every night, he would choose to come to me.

As soon as he entered my room, he would strip off his clothes, revealing his toned body and hard cock. I would watch in awe as he approached me, his eyes filled with lust. He would pull me close, his hands roaming over my body, causing my skin to tingle with excitement.

We would start by kissing, our lips meeting in a passionate dance. His tongue would explore my mouth, tasting every inch of me. I would run my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer, not wanting to let go.

As our kissing intensified, his hands would make their way to my breasts, cupping them, teasing my nipples until they were hard and sensitive. I would moan with pleasure, my pussy becoming wet with desire.

He would then move down my body, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He would reach my pussy, his tongue delving into my wet folds, tasting my juices. I would writhe in pleasure, my hands gripping the sheets as he licked and sucked my clit.

I would cum hard, my juices flowing freely. He would then stand up, his cock hard and ready. He would enter me, filling me completely. We would fuck, our bodies moving in rhythm, our moans and groans filling the room.

As we reached our climax, he would pull out, his cum shooting all over my stomach and breasts. I would watch in awe as he caught his breath, his body glistening with sweat.

And then, just as quickly as it had started, it would be over. He would get dressed and leave, leaving me in a state of bliss and satisfaction. I would lie there, my body spent, my mind filled with thoughts of him.

This went on for weeks, maybe even months. I lost track of time, my mind and body consumed by our nightly encounters. But as much as I enjoyed our secret rendezvous, I knew it couldn’t last forever.

One night, as I lay in bed, waiting for Emma to arrive, I heard Stella’s voice. She was coming upstairs, asking Emma to come help her with something. I froze, my heart racing. I knew this was it, the end of our secret affair.

Emma came into my room, his face filled with regret and sadness. He told me that he couldn’t do this anymore, that he loved Stella and couldn’t betray her like this. I understood, but it still hurt.

As he left, I felt a sense of loss and sadness. Our secret affair was over, but I knew it was for the best. I would always have the memories of our nightly encounters, the passion and pleasure we shared.

And even though it was over, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. I had experienced something few people ever do: a secret affair with my sister’s husband. It was wrong, but it was also exciting and thrilling. And in the end, it was an experience I would never forget.