My mother-in-law and my sister-in-law, my two sexual partners.

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That's what my dearest mother-in-law and sister-in-law said on the first day of our sexual romp.

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I don't even know where to begin. Should I start at the beginning? Or should I start at the end? The important thing is to let you experience what I've been going through for the last two years at the hands of my mother-in-law and sister-in-law.

It's really hard, when you marry into a family of perverts, you're forced to face consequences you can't even imagine, consequences you didn't even think about. My biggest mistake was sleeping with my wife's mother and my wife's sister.

Am I conscious before committing such an act? I'll tell you, I know you were already imagining things, wondering whether I was really in love with my wife or whether the other two partners were really conscious. You have to understand one thing, I never wanted to get there, I never wanted to sleep with anyone apart from my wife, I really loved her and she was the only person I had. Can you resist a shapely mother-in-law? A sister-in-law chubbier than your wife? I could, but my efforts went up in smoke that evening when I was alone and... I'll leave you in the embara, I won't tell you how I got here now, I'll tell you in the lines to follow, enjoy your reading and try not to judge me, I'm a man who suffers bitterly and sitting down in front of my laptop to write you this message is really a sign of courage. Happy reading dear readers. I'll tell you how I met my dearest, I'll tell you everything before diving into my adventures with her beautiful family. Oh my God!

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Sitting in my car, my eyes riveted on the alleyway, I saw a young woman dressed in a white dress, turning her back like a mannequin. I couldn't resist this beauty, attractive as she was. I moved closer to her, pressed my car horn. She turned around slowly and looked at me. I was right, this woman really was beautiful.

Good evening, young lady," I said, "if you don't mind, I'd like to drop you off where you're going.

She didn't answer, just kept looking at me as if I were dishonest or as if she saw me as an evil flirt. She smiled, took out her cell phone and glanced at it.

Miss, please don't refuse.

I understood why she was acting like this, but what was I going to say? Maybe she thought I was a ritualist or a freeloader. I turned off my car and got out. Now we were both face to face, she was looking at me and I was looking at her.

Sir," she said, "I can't get into your car. I'm just going home and home isn't far at all.

Waooooh, her mouth was giving off an unbelievable sense of smell, and all I wanted to do was catch her lips and kiss her with really cool envy.

___ I understand, but please don't refuse me this offer, I might have an accident if you refuse not to come upstairs, mademoiselle.

You're really incredible, sir. Do I have a choice? Let's go.

Let me open the car door for you,

I hurried over, opening the car door for this magnificent, sublime beauty to get in.

You really are a gentleman.

I smiled at her and waved. Without much ado, she took her seat. I quickly closed the door and rushed to start my car.

Should I go straight ahead or turn?

My house is just a few meters from this famous crossroads. By the way, I was just doing a little walking exercise and didn't want to get into your car, but the way you're insisting, I had no choice but to let myself be seduced by your gentlemanly charisma.

How can I leave a beautiful woman in this alley with so many pedestrians and vehicles? No, I couldn't. Let me tell you, you're very beautiful and your husband is very lucky to have you.

She smiled broadly, I'd really fallen for her charm, I wanted her to tell me she was single and that with her, I had a very good chance, how would I do if she told me she was in a relationship with a man with whom she already had children? I might lose the steering wheel or the brakes on my car. She looked at me for a few seconds, then opened her mouth. Although I was waiting for an answer from her, I made her laugh and the way she laughed made me a little crazy about her. After passing the crossroads, she calmed down, stared at me and said:

___ I'm getting off here sir, my house is just down this von.

I was overwhelmed by her behavior, I understood something, maybe her private life was confidential or maybe she didn't want to talk to a man she'd just met five minutes ago. I stopped the car and got out to open the door so she could get out, I wanted to ask her the same question again but with these kinds of women, patience really is the key to a man winning.

Thank you very much sir, that's very kind of you. I'd have liked to tell you about my private life, but we've only just met.

I knew it, this little behavior she'd just adopted was making me even more motivated to play a serious man.

No, you don't have to tell me anything about your private life. Maybe I've been too quick.

No.

If I was too quick, please forgive me.

No, just the opposite. No man has ever done what you did to me today. You're not only funny, you're thoughtful. Your wife is very lucky to have you too.

My wife? Why do so many people think I'm already married? I haven't introduced myself yet but I will, for the moment I prefer to remain in the dark, maybe if I let myself into the world of this beautiful woman, I'll end up being carried away by a very beautiful presentation.

You're right, but for the moment I'm still single.

From the look in her eyes, you'd think she didn't believe me, even if I were in her shoes I'd do exactly the same. I shouldn't be so quick. I didn't want to get to the heart of the matter, so I looked at her and, with a hurried step, opened my car door.

Have a nice day.

Thank you very much, sir.

She turned her back to me, and as I watched her leave, I felt that I was about to see the woman of my life leave me. I couldn't stand it, so I had to close the car door and rush over to her.

Madam, please, may I have your number?

No problem, my number is 90....67

I entered her number and called her to confirm that it really was her number.

I think this is your WhatsApp?

Yes, this is my WhatsApp, sir. See you later.

Cheerfully, I got into my car, pressed the car horn again and waved goodbye to the woman who had already lit up my life before I left.

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To be continued.