Have you ever bumped uglies with an in-law?

Have you ever bumped uglies with an in-law?I’ve been married for almost three years. My wife is three years my junior and her older sister is my age. There has been some weird chemistry and sometimes inappropriate flirting with my sister-in-law since my wife and I were dating but I always believed that it would never cross the line. I may be in really deep shit.Some background: My SIL is something of a free spirit, 35, never married, has tried her hand at a lot of livelihoods, seems to have some psych issues with men and only seems to date guys that are not going to be serious partners for her. She’s active in a 12 step program and has channeled her frustrations and energies into exercise – neck deep in cross-fit and similar programs. Complicated broad. Very fit, very attractive, very screwed up.She moved into a new apartment in late June, isn’t very handy and is between boyfriends at the moment. She called my wife on July 3rd (preggo, btw) and asked if we could come over to help her set up a bedframe and some Ikea junk. No big deal, right? My wife said that she was tired but volunteered me to help. I was actually happy to get out for a little while and was curious about the new apartment. I kissed my Escort wife goodbye and left completely innocently.When I arrived at the new apartment I was impressed that this was a pretty cool pad. It was a very old quad building built around 1920 with a lot of quirks and personality; the kind of place I would love to buy and tinker with. Anyway, we started assembling the Ikea junk and it was getting a little weird. I started getting an erection watching her work and she kept making skin-to-skin contact. She would touch my hand for a little too long when I passed her a tool, she would make sure our legs and shoulders touched when looking at directions, drink from my glass of water and I saw her looking at my junk when I was kneeling and the erection was apparent through my shorts. So, here we are, sweating and working and she has my heart all a-flitter with her sweaty t-shirt, showing a lot of nice leg and flirting with my like we’re back in 7th grade. This is totally going in a bad direction and I know it, but I’m loving it. At that point I decided that I wasn’t going to do shit unless she made the first move but I was so horny I knew I would be all over her if she did.Fast-forward about Escort Bayan an hour to the point at which we are moving the mattress onto the now completed bedframe. I’m holding a corner of the mattress up while she arranges the dust ruffle and she lets a really long period of time go by with her breast resting on the back of my hand. This really gets my cock throbbing and the butterflies churning. Out of no-where she says “Fuck it”, grabs my hand and jams it over her breast proper and sticks her tongue in my mouth. I was dumbfounded but I went for it, grabbed a handful of buttock and pressed her hips into my pelvis as hard as I could. She stopped kissing me for a moment, looked me in the eyes and said “Are we really doing this?” I took it as a rhetorical question and flopped down on top of her on the mattress. I skinned her shorts off as fast as I could, she unbuckled my belt and yanked it off, deftly popped the button and dropped the zipper of my shorts and then forced them down around my ankles with her bare foot. I will never forget the sight that followed: I was so turned on that a little ribbon of pre-cum dribbled off the head of my dick when she lowered my boxers – she grabbed Bayan Escort it between thumb and forefinger and put it in her mouth. H-o-l-y s-h-i-t that was hot. She must have been extremely keyed-up as well because I slid into her like she was made of jelly. I slid one arm under the small of her back and gripped the back of her neck with the other, she wrapped her legs around my waist and I started pounding away. Didn’t take long; she felt so good… When I came it felt like buckets were pouring out and there was a huge puddle under her when I pulled out. She watched me watching her squeeze my cum out of her. I laid down on the bed next to her, feeling a lot of post-orgasm horror and shame. “Don’t worry, I’ll never say a word about this to anyone.” she said as she slowly fondled my ultra-sensitive head. “Can you go again?” I told her I didn’t think so and she said “that’s too bad.” before taking me into her mouth. My toes curled, it was almost painful but decidedly pleasurable. No one had ever kept stimulating me after an orgasm before. Maybe a minute of fellatio and I was a little surprised to feel the “hardness” return when I clenched. We reprised the performance, desperate missionary again, only the second round was a long round and when I finally came it was kind of a joke… A little drizzle and a poof of smoke.I haven’t seen her since and I have no idea what the fuck I’m going to do. I’m hosed. There is no way that this will end well…