It’s not in my nature to do this sort of thing, especially after a long day of rehearsals in the hotel my cousins rented for their wedding here in Southern California. It’s rare for all my family to be gathered in one place, as most of us are spread out, some having not seen each other for decades. While most of us were getting along cordially, I quickly formed a connection with my sister-in-law, Val.

If someone were to describe the perfect woman, she’d be a near match. She married my stepbrother, who’s in his late fifties. We always thought it was a marriage of convenience; she’s from Colombia, in her mid 30s, and came with two older kids from a first marriage. My stepbrother, who I wasn’t particularly close to, is the typical case of someone aging, making money, but never settling down, and realizing too late that he waited too long to start a family. Val seemed like a convenient solution, marrying into a situation that allowed her to leave her country and provide her kids with a better life. She’s a voluptuous woman, reminiscent of Salma Hayek, with a face that blends a young Dolly Parton with a gorgeous Latina complexion .

As the night and preparations progressed, my stepbrother, I’ll call him Ethan, decided to turn in early. I ended up spending an enjoyable evening at rehearsal with Val. I’m in my mid-40s but appear closer to my 30s, 6ft4 and athletic. At one point, they asked me to stand in for Ethan and walk down the aisle with Val as a placeholder. Unlike most couples who walked side by side, she grabbed my arm and giggled all the way. She inquired about my plans after rehearsals, I could have sworn she was being flirty. I mentioned hitting the gym and sauna to tire myself out, though I knew what I’d really rather be doing, but that felt like a wish for another life at that moment.

I changed and headed out for a half-hour of cardio and some weights. The gym was deserted. Deciding to hit the sauna, I caught a whiff of Val’s perfume on my arm, sending me into a spiral. It was around 1 am when I staggered into the sauna, half exhausted. I sat down and started stroking my rock hard cock, getting into a rhythm, my eyes closed, lost in thought, I didn’t notice the door crack open. There stood Val, in workout clothes that barely concealed her toned voluptuous physique, her mouth slightly open in surprise.

Scrambling for a towel, I watched as she started giggling again. “Come on,” she said, her accent smooth and enticing, “everybody whacks off.” Then she dropped a bombshell: “Who were you thinking of ?” “Who do you think?” I replied. Her laughter echoed against the wooden sauna walls. “Don’t stop for me, dear. I don’t mind watching you work up a sweat” “Serious?” I said with a smile.

I took a deep breath and resumed my pace, as she watched with a grin, after a minute I could see a pearlescent drop of precum warm the tip of my cock, I could swear I saw Val lick her lips. My heart raced as I spurted ropes of cum onto my belly, my head falling back in exhaustion.

I heard the creaking of the wooden tiles where Val was sitting, all of a sudden i felt one of her fingers and long nail on my belly. She scooped some of the cum and wiped it on her tongue. It was my turn to stare in awe, she left the room with a wink at me.

God knows what this week has in store for me.