Seduced by My Brother-in-Law: Secret Quickies While My Husband and Sister Were Home - Part 4

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Irica woke up Monday morning with a delicious ache between her legs. Every movement reminded her of yesterday’s long, forbidden fuck in the guest room. Patric’s thick cock stretching her, pounding her, and finally flooding her married pussy with load after load of hot cum. She could still feel the faint stickiness in her panties as she slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Tom.
Downstairs, the house was already stirring. Jasmine was rushing around, getting ready for a day of meetings with contractors about their flat renovation. Tom was setting up his laptop at the dining table - he was working from home today, which made Irica’s stomach tighten with both fear and filthy excitement.
Patric sat at the kitchen island in a fitted grey Henley shirt that showed off his muscular arms, sipping coffee. The moment their eyes met, the air thickened. He gave her that arrogant, knowing smirk - the one that said I fucked you yesterday while your husband was out riding his bike.
“Morning,” he said casually, voice low. “Sleep well after all that… exercise?”
Irica’s cheeks flushed. She poured herself coffee, feeling his eyes on her arse in her tight black leggings. “Not really,” she murmured. “Kept thinking about it.”
The day became a game of dangerous cat and mouse.
Tom was focused on a big deadline in the dining room. Jasmine left around 10 a.m., kissing Patric quickly on the cheek before heading out. The moment the front door clicked shut, Patric was on Irica.
He grabbed her from behind in the hallway, one big hand sliding straight down the front of her leggings and into her panties. His thick fingers found her already soaked.
“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he growled in her ear. “Still full of my cum from yesterday?”
“Some leaked out overnight,” she whispered, pushing back against his hard bulge. “But I can still feel it inside me.”
He spun her around and kissed her roughly, tongue invading her mouth as he fingered her right there in the hallway, only metres from where Tom was typing on his laptop. The risk made her clit throb.
“Bathroom. Now,” he ordered.
They slipped into the downstairs toilet. Patric locked the door, yanked her leggings and panties down to her knees, and bent her over the sink. Irica watched in the mirror as he freed his thick, veiny cock. He rubbed the fat head along her slippery slit once, twice, then thrust in hard.
“Oh god…” Irica moaned, gripping the edge of the sink.
Patric clamped a hand over her mouth and started fucking her with deep, powerful strokes. The sound of his hips slapping against her round arse filled the small room. He watched her face in the mirror - her eyes rolling back, tits bouncing under her top with every thrust.
“This is what you needed, isn’t it?” he whispered hotly. “A proper fucking while your husband sits twenty feet away. Your sister’s husband stretching this tight married cunt.”
Irica came fast and hard, her muffled cries vibrating against his palm as her pussy clenched and pulsed around him. Patric didn’t stop. He fucked her through it, then pulled out and spun her around, lifting her onto the sink. He drove back inside her, fucking her face-to-face, deep and urgent.
“Gonna fill you again,” he grunted.
“Yes… cum inside me,” she begged quietly.
With a low groan he buried himself to the balls and unloaded. Thick ropes of cum jetted deep into her pussy. He kept thrusting, pushing it all the way in until he was spent. When he pulled out, a thick drop of his seed leaked down her thigh.
“Leave it in,” he ordered, pulling her panties and leggings back up. “I want you walking around with my cum inside you all day.”
Irica spent the rest of the morning helping Tom with small things around the house, her pussy constantly reminding her of what she’d just done. Every step made more of Patric’s load leak into her knickers. She felt filthy. Owned. Addicted.
Lunchtime brought another chance. Tom stepped out for a quick run to the corner shop to grab milk and sandwiches. The moment the front door closed, Patric had Irica bent over the kitchen counter.
This time he took his time. He pulled her leggings down slowly, spread her arse cheeks, and licked her from behind - tongue swirling around her clit and pushing into her cum-filled hole. Irica moaned loudly, no longer caring if the neighbours heard through the thin walls.
He stood up and slid his cock back inside her in one smooth thrust. The kitchen filled with the wet sounds of her soaked, creamy pussy taking him. He reached around and rubbed her clit while pounding her.
“Tell me how much you love cheating on Tom,” he demanded.
“I love it,” Irica gasped. “I love your cock so much more than his. Fuck… I’m such a bad wife.”
The words sent her over the edge again. She came hard on his cock, juices mixing with his previous load and dripping down her thighs. Patric followed right after, pumping another big load deep inside her.
They barely had time to clean up before Tom returned. Irica greeted him at the door with flushed cheeks and fresh cum trickling down her leg, smiling sweetly as she took the shopping bag from him.
The afternoon was quieter but no less tense. Patric worked on his laptop in the living room while Tom took a conference call upstairs. Irica brought Patric a coffee. He pulled her onto his lap, facing away from him, and slipped his hand into her leggings again. Two thick fingers slowly fucked her cum-filled pussy while he pretended to read emails. She rocked gently on his hand, biting her lip to stay quiet as another small orgasm washed over her.
By late afternoon, the tension was unbearable. Jasmine texted that she’d be home around 6:30. Tom was still upstairs on calls. Patric grabbed Irica’s hand and pulled her out to the small driveway at the back where his van was parked.
“Get in,” he said.
They climbed into the back of the van. It was cramped, full of tools and building materials, but it didn’t matter. Patric laid her down on some blankets and pulled her leggings completely off this time. He spread her legs wide and pushed back inside her in missionary, the van gently rocking as he fucked her with long, deep strokes.
“Imagine if they came out and saw us,” he whispered, thrusting harder. “Your husband and your sister watching me breed you.”
The dirty fantasy made Irica cum again, soaking his cock. Patric followed soon after, giving her yet another creampie. By the time they slipped back into the house, Irica’s panties were completely ruined - soaked with multiple loads of her brother-in-law’s cum.
Jasmine arrived home tired but happy. The four of them had dinner together again. Irica sat opposite Patric, feeling his cum slowly leaking out of her throughout the meal. Every time she shifted in her seat, she felt it. Warm. Sticky. Filthy.
Under the table, Patric’s foot teased between her thighs, pressing against her messy pussy. She had to excuse herself to the bathroom once just to wipe up some of the leaking cum before it became too obvious.
That night, after everyone went to bed, Patric took one more risk. Around 1 a.m., while Tom and Jasmine slept, he crept into Irica and Tom’s bedroom. Tom was out cold on his side of the bed. Patric pulled the covers back slightly, slid Irica’s nightdress up, and quietly ate her pussy for nearly twenty minutes - licking up the mess he had left earlier while she bit her pillow to stay silent. He made her cum twice with his tongue before slipping back out.
Irica lay there afterwards, heart pounding, body trembling with guilt and lust. She looked at her sleeping husband and felt tears prick her eyes for a moment… but her hand drifted down between her legs anyway, rubbing her sore, cum-filled pussy as she replayed everything.
Tuesday brought even bolder risks. Tom had to go into the office for a few hours. Jasmine went out with an old friend for coffee. The moment they had the house to themselves again, Patric fucked Irica in every room.
On the sofa where it all started. On the dining table. Up against the hallway wall. And finally in the shower, where he pressed her against the tiles and fucked her from behind while water cascaded over their bodies. He came deep inside her once more, then made her drop to her knees and clean his cock with her mouth.
By the time the others returned, Irica was glowing. Her pussy was swollen and tender, constantly leaking. She could barely look Jasmine in the eye during evening wine, knowing she’d spent most of the day getting filled by her sister’s husband.
But the guilt was losing the battle. The thrill was winning.
Late that night, as she lay beside Tom once again, Irica’s phone buzzed with a text from Patric in the guest room:
“Tomorrow we’re taking it further. I want that tight arse too. And I want you to start thinking about how we’re going to keep doing this even after we leave.”
Irica stared at the message, her fingers trembling as she typed back:
“I shouldn’t… but I think I’ll let you do anything you want.”
She was falling deeper. The cheating had become an addiction. And with three more days of the visit left, she knew the real danger was only just beginning.