Hey There, Sexy Delilah

"Does it… does it feel good? Playing with another man's wife… on another man's bed… does it feel good…"

Late at night, my naked sister-in-law lay sprawled on the bed, her round hips constantly pressing back as she let out moans that trembled with pleasure—the very picture of a woman thoroughly satisfied.

My sister-in-law's name is Delilah Bates, and she's a teacher at a dance academy.

With her stunning looks and enviable figure, she often posts sexy photos on her social media feed. Whether she's in tight-fitting leggings doing the splits or snapping selfies that flaunt her flexibility, every image screams sensuality.

Her obscenely round and full hips are the kind that mark her as a passionate young wife, starved for affection and long denied satisfaction—the kind that makes a man want to take her roughly.

Under normal circumstances, even though our families are close, my wife keeps a sharp eye on me, so I never thought I'd get the chance to sleep with my sister-in-law. But I never imagined fate itself would hand me the opportunity…

That day, right after work, I'd just started the car when my phone rang. It was Delilah.

A pipe in her bathroom had burst, she explained, and she'd hired a repairman online. But the way the man looked at her was lecherous—he kept asking what time her husband would be home.

The problem was, her husband had already been away on a business trip for two weeks, and she was getting scared. She asked me to come over and keep an eye on things.

Without a second thought, I drove straight to Delilah's place.

When she opened the door, she deliberately called out, "Honey, you're home."

I knew she was trying to warn the repairman—if he had any bad intentions—that there was a man in the house.

Still, my heart stirred at her words, and I played along. "Baby, you've been handling things all alone. You must be tired."

Maybe it was my remark that stirred the loneliness of her empty nights. After the repairman finished and left, Delilah took the initiative and asked me to stay for dinner.

Seeing the bathroom in shambles, I volunteered to help clean up. By the time we were done, I was drenched in sweat.

"Go take a shower," she said. "I'll find you some clothes to wear."

With that, she disappeared into the bedroom to look for something.

I figured a shower wouldn't hurt. I texted my wife that I was working late and stepped into the bathroom. That's when I spotted Delilah's discarded lingerie sitting in the hamper—a pale purple lace thong that silently whispered of a lonely, unsatisfied young wife living here.

No wonder the repairman had tried to make a move on her.

I grabbed a random towel, and as I dried off, my mind started to wander.

Which part of Delilah's body had this towel touched before?

When I came out wearing her husband's clothes, Delilah clamped a hand over her mouth