I am a 34-year-old married woman. I have been married for 10 years.
My husband and I have two children and we live in an apartment in the city center.
My husband's family is from a rural area, so every year we go to help with the rice planting.
In the fall, we go to his family's home to get delicious new rice.
My husband can't handle alcohol at all, but I love it, so I look forward to drinking and having fun at his family's place.
I try not to drink too much, but I always end up drinking a lot with my husband's older brother (40 years old and single).
When he gets drunk, he has a habit of hugging people he is close to, regardless of gender.
Although it's just a hug, I always end up being hugged by him.
But this fall was a little different.
I thought it was the usual thing, but he clung to me and pushed me down on the spot.
I thought it was just a joke, but suddenly he got up, grabbed my hand, and took me outside.
"What's going on?" I said as I followed him to the neighboring workshop.
There, he hugged me again.
His hand went to my buttocks and he pressed his groin against me.
I felt something hard.
I trusted him completely, so I thought it was just a silly joke and wiggled my hips, saying, "Your thing is so hard."
But I realized he was serious when he pulled down my pants a little and touched my butt directly.
It was a quick action.
In that moment, I felt, "This person is serious," but I didn't know what to do. I thought it was wrong, but a part of me was a little excited.
I think I was resisting, but my body didn't move away from him.
His hand, which was touching my butt, started to play with my private parts, and he said something embarrassing like, "You're wet."
I knew it myself. My body was naturally preparing to accept his penis.
I was a bad wife. Even though everyone was asleep, I was a little worried that someone might notice.
He pulled down my pants and underwear to my knees and inserted his penis into me from behind.
I was in a position to make it easier for him to enter.
Even though it was wrong, my private parts were completely ready to accept him, and his hard penis slid in smoothly.
He called my name while squeezing my breasts and thrusting vigorously.
Even though it wasn't for a long time, I climaxed.
I couldn't believe I came so quickly.
Eventually, he asked, "Can I come?" and I said, "No, pull out!" I managed to avoid him ejaculating inside me by taking him in my mouth and sucking him off.
It felt harder and more impressive than my husband's.
We both felt a bit guilty and were silent, but we got dressed and went back to the house as if nothing had happened and went to sleep.
The next morning, we left, and although we both smiled and said goodbye,
it felt like he was saying, "Let's do it again next time," so I smiled and greeted him, responding in my heart.
After that, when we visited during the holidays, we had sex every night.
Unlike the monotonous sex with my husband, it was intense and passionate.
My husband seemed to sense it, but he didn't say anything.
Maybe because they are close brothers, he felt sorry for his 40-year-old brother who doesn't have a wife...
Maybe I'm overthinking it...
I like my brother-in-law, so I don't mind. I'm looking forward to the next time we visit his family's home.
