Real-Life Fap Material, Not a Screen
As I slid my fingers out of her, slow and slick, the sticky juices dripped down one bead at a time, spattering onto the floor.
"Hah… haa…."
"Goodness."
My sister-in-law, having climaxed so magnificently, slumped against me in a graceless heap, panting hot breaths and shivering with little aftershocks.
I wrapped my arms around her trembling body and whispered right at her ear.
"Done already?"
"Nnh… heut…."
"And who exactly put you in this state, sister-in-law? So you just get to feel good and call it a day?"
I hadn't even had my turn to properly enjoy myself, and here she was, wringing out every last drop of pleasure for herself before drifting off on a cloud of satisfaction.
It struck me as a little unfair, and honestly, I was a bit put out about it.
"Sister-in-law?"
"Uuuh… nngh."
"?"
Nothing but a faint, lewd moan and a shiver running through her body.
Oh, come on. No way.
I checked more closely, half not believing it. Though come to think of it, she had been slumping against me like a wet rag for a while now….
Apparently that kind of stimulation was a first for my sister-in-law — too much for her to endure, because she'd fainted clean away.
Hmm.
I had no interest in doing anything grotesque like taking advantage of an unconscious woman — carting her around, doing who-knows-what.
But ending things just like this left a distinct aftertaste of dissatisfaction.
Well then, I suppose there's really only one option.
I laid the unconscious sister-in-law gently down on the bed, then crept down low, until I was standing dumbly right in front of her face.
Naturally, my partner — still rock hard and showing no sign of cooling off — stood tall right there with me.
Something needed relieving, but there was nothing to be done in this state. Which left exactly one thing I could do!
Gulp.
Using the real thing — not a fantasy, not a photo — as my fap material.
That was the one and only method available to me at the moment.
It's not every day you get to jerk off right in front of the woman herself, without even holding her.
Since the opportunity had presented itself, savoring it wouldn't be such a bad idea.
My partner, perhaps quietly thrilled at the prospect, wasn't losing any strength — quite the opposite, he was overflowing with it.
Not that I was any different; the sheer depravity of it had me past the point of restraint.
Chap-chap-chap-chap…!
"Hoo… hoo…."
It felt a little strange, touching the semen I myself had spilled with my own hand.
But knowing my sister-in-law's saliva was mixed in there made the awkwardness a bit more bearable.
Not to mention the lubrication situation was excellent.
As real-life fap material went, this was absolutely perfect.
Tok-tok-tok…! Tok-tok-tok-tok…!
Speed wasn't what mattered here.
The point was to take it slow, savor every moment, luxuriate in it.
Rushing through it for the quick hit of pleasure betrays you every time — it's obvious.
Going at it like a piston, merciless and mechanical, until the thing turns angry red, swallowed whole by lust and hunger —
In a word, that's amateur territory.
Besides, here I was, stroking one out in front of the very woman who'd been fucked unconscious — by these very hands.
There was no way I'd squander such a rare and precious hour like some teenager chasing a quick finish.
I can still feel her warmth, somehow.
That soft, lingering heat — the warmth of the woman who'd serviced me with her mouth not so long ago — still seemed to cling to my skin.
What exactly was this gift of hers, that even dead unconscious she could turn me on to the point of madness?
"I think I'm at my limit! Sister-in-law, I'm about to come!"
No answer, of course — she was out cold.
But the instant the words left my mouth, her body flinched and her cheeks flushed a faint pink.
In other words, her mind was gone, but her body was still very much responding.
If she'd actually felt disgusted by this, her brows would have knitted, her face would have twisted in displeasure — not blushed like that.
Simply put, it was a wordless green light: go ahead and come for me.
Tak-tak-tak-tak-tak-tak-tak!!
I cranked the piston up to full speed.
My balls were churning out cum faster than I could spend it, swelling heavier and heavier — I could feel them straining.
I couldn't hold it any longer.
I painted the entrance of my unconscious sister-in-law's pussy with it…!
Byurut! Byurururut! Byurut!
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"Hoo… hoo…."
I'd unleashed a magnificent load right at the lips of her pussy.
I lingered in the afterglow, gazing down at the sight — the cloudy white fluid mingling with her own juices in a strangely harmonious mess.
That was fucking incredible.
At first I'd assumed jerking off in front of the actual person would feel awkward at best.
But having experienced it firsthand, I realized I'd been carrying around a prejudice all this time.
Stroking yourself with the hands that made her faint? And right in front of her, no less?
With all those factors stacked on top of each other, the pleasure points weren't one or two — they were countless.
And I can't exactly be blamed for it, either.
I'd known for a long time that my sister-in-law was absolutely terrified of unprotected sex — condoms were non-negotiable for her.
And yet here I was, and not only had I come directly on her body — I'd come on her pussy.
To be precise, it wasn't a creampie. It was an external finish, a load spilled right at the entrance rather than inside.
The placement was a bit of a gray zone, but either way, nothing went in — so by any reasonable measure, it counted as safe.
Besides, my sister-in-law has no grounds to complain.
She wasn't the one doing the cleanup — the man in front of her handled his own relief, all by himself.
Nothing was asked of her. She could lie there, or sit there, keep her thoughts empty and just stay still.
Do you have any idea how convenient that is?
Granted, to someone unaccustomed to this kind of depraved thrill, it might read as nothing but humiliation and insult.
And the fact that the other party is me — that's the biggest mercy of all.
I'd suppressed my craving to actually fuck her and settled for spilling it like this instead. That alone should count for something.
If I'd been some other animal — any of those beasts — she'd have been pinned down and pumped full long before now.
And those bastards wouldn't have shown a shred of consideration either; she'd have been taking it raw, no rubber, forced to drink down every last drop of the seed they scattered inside her.
"You should thank your lucky stars it's me. If it were anyone else, this would already be buried deep inside you."
I looked down at my sister-in-law sprawled on the bed and gave her the lecture as a matter of principle — something to carve into her memory.
Just as expected, no answer came back like before; her body only twitched faintly in response.
Well, no matter.
Whether she heard it now or not changed nothing.
Judging by her reactions today, this kind of back-and-forth between us was only going to multiply from here on out.
Situation, position, timing — I held the high ground in every single one.
All I had to do was leisurely enjoy her company and drive it into her head and body, one session at a time.
And once that process ran its course, the day would surely come when I'd get my chance to go raw — no condom, nothing between us at all.
Ah, how could I possibly not look forward to that.
I let that swelling anticipation show on my face, every last bit of it.
It was then that my eyes drifted to my sister-in-law, still sprawled boneless across the bed.
"By the way… how am I supposed to clean this up?"
The depravity was great, the release was great — but the aftermath had just gotten a little complicated.
My sister-in-law had already showered once today, after I'd come in her mouth and made her fall apart completely.
Then she'd clung to me again and sweated so hard her whole body was soaked through.
And that wasn't even the end of it….
Juices had been dribbling steadily from her lower mouth, and her legs and the entrance of her pussy were now smeared with my semen.
Wiping her down with wet wipes or tissues was doable, but there was no way to erase the smell that had soaked into her skin.
"…I guess I'll have to wash her myself."
A pain, sure, but what choice did I have?
I couldn't just leave her like this, and a half-hearted wipe-down with no real wash could spell trouble in more ways than one.
That bastard might find it strange.
He'd always been suspicious by nature, going back years.
Watching him act exactly the same now as he ever did, I had no doubt that particular trait hadn't budged either.
He might react sharply to some familiar-yet-unpleasant smell clinging to his wife's body.
And if that happened, it would only be a matter of time before he figured out my sister-in-law and I had tangled.
Not yet.
Getting caught might be its own kind of fun someday.
But the time wasn't right. The day he catches on will come eventually — for now, I wanted to savor this situation, this hour, a little longer.
"Heave-ho."
I moved close to my sister-in-law, gathered her into my arms, and lifted her up.
She was heavier for it, utterly boneless and slumping in a graceless heap.
Though the obscene display of her body hanging right in front of my face was doing its share of the damage too.
I'll cop the occasional feel while I'm washing her.
It wasn't like I was going to toy with her — I was doing her a service, bathing her.
So surely that much was fair game.
Thump, thump…
And so, carrying my sister-in-law in a princess carry, I made a beeline for the bathroom in my own room.
If that bastard came home mid-wash, things would get very awkward indeed — better to keep it safe and clean her up in my room.
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The next morning after all of that.
For once, my sister-in-law and that bastard were sitting across from each other at the table, eating breakfast together.
The reason was nothing more than the bastard in front of me insisting on playing host and dragging everyone out for it.
Eye cleansing complete for today, courtesy of my sister-in-law.
Honestly, my mood hadn't been great.
But with her sitting there — his presence aside — things had improved considerably.
"……!"
In that split second, our eyes met.
She rolled hers at me and started mumbling something through lips pressed firmly shut.
"?"
She didn't make a sound — just mouthed it twice, then immediately closed her mouth again and stole a glance at me.
Judging by the shape of her lips, only one thing came to mind.
She wants her reward.
Come to think of it, I hadn't paid her anything beyond that fifty thousand won.
I'd been too busy going out of my mind — using the real thing as fap material, jerking off, washing her down afterward….
I'll pay up later, I suppose.
I gave a small nod to signal I understood what she wanted, and only then did she pull her gaze off me and return it to the spread on the table.
But enough of that for now.
First things first — time to have a word with the bastard sitting across from me.
"I didn't call you here to share a cozy little family meal. Why don't you tell me the real reason you've gathered us all like this?"