If the mere realization of that plan of mine was already the supreme glory of any man (read the previous story), imagine the look on my and my wife's faces when we heard my sister-in-law asking for more. My mind quickly raced back through all the events that led to that moment: my sister-in-law's loneliness due to an absent husband, the persuasion to go lingerie shopping with my wife, and entering the "fitting room" that was actually a gloryhole. That plan had really been a shot in the dark on my part. I could have aroused my sister-in-law's wrath and even wrecked my marriage, but in the end, by a stroke of luck or alignment of the stars, lust triumphed over rationality. Many think otherwise, but lust truly runs the show when it comes to human desires. Those who think otherwise are just hypocritically hiding their lust behind false social masks.
But back to the point: what was awakened that day in that gloryhole, in short, was a demon that had been lying dormant inside a neglected mother, a reserved and law-abiding woman. By gently helping her make up for lost time, I had seen her naked (and what a sight those breasts were!) while she milked an anonymous cock through a hole in the wall. And as if that wasn't enough, to my and her sister's surprise, she was still unsatisfied and wanted full compensation: a cock for every month without matrimonial sex! Poor cuckold, he should have thought twice before leaving her high and dry for fifteen long months. The horns after this event would be enormous and too heavy for an empty head that had neglected such a beautiful woman.
As soon as the first cock disappeared from one hole, others started popping up from all sides like they were drawn to the delicious scent of a needy female. They were drones serving a queen bee, willing to sacrifice everything for a taste of her. But the queen in question preferred to play with their stingers, which pierced the walls and turned into instruments of pleasure rather than weapons of defense.
Thinking logically, they seemed to have overheard the brief conversation where my sister-in-law expressed her desire to make up for fifteen months of dryness with fifteen wet cocks. They moistened her mouth and perhaps other cavities too, but mainly they moistened her soul, parched from a lack of human warmth. And in return for this relief to her soul, she rewarded the anonymous cocks with her mouth, offered like an open pussy to be insistently penetrated until the triumphant climax, which she then savored like the most precious and sweet honey.
Due to the small size of the room, the situation was extremely exciting but also a bit uncomfortable because I was closer to hard cocks than I would have liked.
My wife also showed signs of being moved by that situation, but in an unexpected way: there was no embarrassment in seeing her younger sister devouring unknown cocks in a shady environment. On the contrary, there was support, encouragement, and excitement.
