(Part 1 Here)

After the day I'd had, I was scrambling to figure out how to satisfy my wife, not cum myself, and then visit my sister-in-law after my wife fell asleep. We all have challenges, so I'm not complaining. We got the kids to bed and hung out a bit, finishing picking up, dishes, etc. after the movie, but it is clear everyone was ready for bed.

My wife puts on one of my T-shirts and older boxers she keeps to sleep in. She knows I'm a sucker for this. We brush our teeth and she's already grinding her ass against me. I'm trying to keep myself together, but I'm already tenting my pajama bottoms.

As soon as we get into bed she is on me, a hand reaching down to rub me through my clothes as she leans over to kiss me. My hands wander, being drawn to her ass over time. She pushes down my waistband and pulls my cock out, straddling me and pulling the boxer leg to the side. She's already wet and I slide in easily. With her riding on top of me like this, I know I'm not going to last a minute. It takes all my willpower to lift her hips off of me and tip her onto her side of the bed. I grab a pillow and prop up her hips as I kiss my way down her body. Her first orgasm comes within a few minutes and she doesn't pull me up, so after she can take it, I continue to use my tongue and fingers on her, bringing her to another orgasm in short order.

I hear her breathe out contentedly, reach down and start to pull me up towards her. She says it is my turn and I kiss her. I bring my other hand up and show her fingers full of cum.

"Too late," I say. The entire time I had been going down on her, I had been rubbing the head of my cock, milking out precum until I had a fair amount. Hopefully enough to fool her.

"I know you said you like going down on me, but you know I like doing that for you."

"I got too excited."

"That's okay. I'm exhausted and the kids will be up early anyway."

I wipe off my hand and I make sure to be the big spoon. Before long she is softly snoring and I'm able to roll off my side of the bed. I pad quietly to the bathroom, turn on the light and almost close the door. I know she can see this if she wakes up and she'll assume I got up to use the bathroom. But she's unlikely to wake up being such a heavy sleeper.

I go to the next door and slip into the guest room.

"So, how'd that go?"

I briefly explained my ruse.

"Good thinking. I hope you're not too worn out."

"I need to cum so bad, it wasn't hard to stay awake."

"Well c'mon then," she said, crooking a finger. Enough light shone in this room from outside for me to see her pull the sheet back. She was wearing one of my T-shirts and set of boxers. Apparently I looked surprised. "I told her I forgot my pajamas."

"You're good. I'll give you that," I say, as I admire how tight the T-shirt stretched across her chest, which was larger than my wife's. She slid herself to the edge of the bed and pointed down. I knelt and helped her strip my old boxers off. She put her legs on my shoulders and I dove in. She was already incredibly wet. I didn't want to think about how similar and still different they tasted, so I just tried not to think about anything. She was shuddering and breathing out ("holy fuuuuuuuuuck") as she tried to keep quiet.

"Stand up," she said, reaching down and fishing my cock out, pulling me towards her. One hand reached between her legs, and I saw a finger disappear between her labia and her palm worked in small circles. Her other hand began to stroke my cock.

I reached down and slipped her shirt up, enjoying it immensely as her breasts dropped free. I groaned and breathed out.

"I've been very, very impressed," she said. "So much self control. I wonder if I should make you wait until tomorrow?"

I imagine my look turned panicked.

"No, don't worry, I think I'm going to let you cum as soon as I do again." Her hand on her pussy moved in time with the one stroking my cock. I held both her thighs and stroked them, squeezed them. I bit my lip watching how her breasts moved, almost mesmerizingly.

"I'm getting close," she breathed. "You ready to cum for me?"

I nod enthusiastically.

"Wait, wait. ugh, oh, yes, now, cum for me," she said, getting only half way through the last phrase before my first rope of cum landed across her torso, the second went the distance, striking the side of her face and hair, while the third joined the first and the fourth only made it to her stomach, while the remainder began to pool on her belly button. My knees where shaking.

"Oh my god," I finally manage to breathe in. "That was the most intense orgasm of my life."

"Good. Do you usually, um, shoot so far?" she asked as she wiped the cum off her cheek, dropping her finger in her mouth.

"No, but I'm not usually teased mercilessly for days."

"Now that you have a clearer head, did you enjoy this week?"

I didn't reply at once. I did, but I had to think about my wife, too. She had gotten probably twice as many orgasms when we fooled around this week, and she didn't seem to mind leaving me to my own devices.

"I did, but I didn't like losing autonomy around L."

"That's fair and I don't want to cock block her," C. said, as she methodically cleaned my jizz off of her torso. Unfortunately a large glob had gotten on my shirt. Her cleaning up was distracting. "I'll think of something."

"Um, I thought we were done."

"Oh no, not by a long shot. And I know you like it, so don't act like it is a problem for you. Now, why don't you be a good boy, kneel down, and give me one last orgasm before I send you off to bed."

I did as she asked, feeling myself starting to swell again by the end, too. As her quivering died down, I passed her my old boxers and said good night before heading back to my room. I crawled into bed very slowly and resumed spooning L., falling into a deep, deep sleep.

In my dream, C. was fishing her hand down my waistband, grabbing onto my cock. I could hear her whispering in my ear that she hadn't cum as hard as last night a long time, too and that she couldn't wait to get me all hot and bothered again. As I started to emerge from the dream, I realized it must be my wife trying to return last night's favor before the kids woke up. As I continued to wake up, I groaned with pleasure, realizing she had gone through the trouble to use lube. I also realized it would be a short while before I was ready to cum again and knew that couldn't happen. I reached down with my left hand to grab her wrist but found it was coming from the right side, my side of the bed. I still grabbed her wrist. I was still dazed with sleepiness, which made me stumble on my words.

"I'm not allowed to," I said, holding her wrist still.

"Oh, you're a very good boy," said my sister-in-law's voice from next to the bed. My eyes shot open and saw her knelt next to me. My head immediately swiveled to my wife's side of the bed.

"Don't worry, she's downstairs making breakfast for the troops. I convinced her that you needed to keep sleeping because you looked tired yesterday. I'm up here to take a shower and then wake you up for breakfast. Oops. I guess I mixed up the order." As she talked, I saw she was still wearing the T-shirt, complete with an obvious cum-stain on one shoulder.

"Um, you didn't wear that downstairs, did you?"

She looked down and giggled. "Oh, yeah, she noticed. I told her it must have been lotion I put on before bed that must have gotten on there." Her hand continued to stroke me.

"I think you owe me a few free passes."

"Yeah? You think you deserve to cum more often? Sure. I'll give you two freebies for the week. You want to redeem one now?"

I thought about it before nodding.

"You want me to keep stroking you? Laying in your bed that you share with your wife? Looking at my breasts moving under your T-shirt? And yes I feel your hand climbing up the inside of my thigh."

She continued on, doing that thing where at the top of each stroke she rotated her hand over the head of my cock, making me shiver each time. My own fingers had slipped under the leg of the boxer shorts, finding her lips to be wet and inviting.

"Yessssss," I let out, getting close.

"So you want to use one of your get-out-of-denial-free cards now, huh?"

I nodded.

"See, that surprises me. Last night you were asking for more autonomy when you were fucking L., but I guess you want to use up that freedom now?"

"Goddamn you," I said as I grabbed her wrist.

"You're very sweet. And a good boy."

I am sure she could feel my cock throb in her hand as she said that last bit.

"Now, why don't you get out of bed and follow me to the bathroom. I'll let you watch and you can touch yourself while I shower."

I took a deep breath in and let it out. Wondering if I was enjoying this new normal.