I called my brother-in-law to eat cake, he ate it was something else

First of all, I must warn you that my stories are always long, but this time I'll try not to stretch too much. I even wanted to write the story on Saturday, but I was lazy, but let's get to the facts:
My Saturday afternoon was very different from what I expected, that's because the boy next door is none other than my brother-in-law, Wesley. But he's married to my younger sister and he's a lot younger than me, being 25 years old. Wesley has that boobed face that makes anyone crazy, almost smooth face, because he has only a small mustache, a big nose that for me doesn't take away from his beauty, short hair, a delightful northeastern accent to listen to, a slightly droopy and apathetic look, a beautiful and voluminous butt, a 18 cm thick, he could be brown, about 1.75 m tall and plain, the most delicious thing of all: he's a close-up guy. But I love all the physical types, but one in particular leaves me eating their tail is the tail. But I've been babbling with Wesley for some time now when I see a big boobed man, with that slightly wide tail, with a slightly wide tail that I've always managed to turn into a little tail, and today I've got a big nose, a big nose that for me doesn't take away from his beauty, short hair, a delightful northeart, a delightful northeasty northeastern look, a nice bulky butt, 18 cm thick, he could be brown, about 1.75 m tall and plain, and clear, the most delicious of all, but the most delicious thing of all: he's a piece of cake.
[WESLEY] How are you, brother-in-law?
[I] What miracle do you have here?!
[WESLEY] I came to bring you this humble gift.
Wouldn't you like to come in for a cup of coffee?
[WESLEY] Very clownish!
Look who's talking!
[WESLEY] I'm just passing through your street.
My sister too?
No, I'm on my own.
You can come, you'll be welcome.
[WESLEY] And roll up the coffee?
Of course, I made cake too.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
In a few minutes my brother-in-law arrived and I told him to come in. I went to greet him in gym shorts, no shirt. We shook hands and took him to my room. He sat on the bed and I went to get cake and coffee for him. I served him a snack and I asked him how he wanted his coffee, bitter, sweetened, with milk... He said:
I don't like milk!
I like it!
To be perfectly honest, I said that without any malice, but it didn't work, it sounded strange and we laughed a lot about it. We kept talking and I was amazed at how much we look alike, we have so much in common and I never realized it. We looked like childhood friends. I know it's very wrong to desire my sister's husband, but it was practically impossible not to feel desire for that man so cute, funny and with the physical type that most attracts me, but I tried to hide my admiration for him as much as possible. We talked about his marriage, he ended up confessing to me that they weren't very well, that they always fought and ended up sleeping apart. I noticed a certain sadness in his eyes and I tried to say words of comfort that came to mind. He came close to me and gave me a hug, but it wasn't a simple hug, it was a long hug and it wasn't a nice way to say it. He hugged me, of course. He told me that before I was wearing a shirt, funny and with the physical type that most attracts me, but I tried to hide my admiration for him as much as I could, but when we talked about his marriage, he ended up confessing to me that they weren't very well, that they always fought and ended up sleeping apart.
[WESLEY] Somebody is in a good mood, homey!
It's the lack of sex.
I laughed nervously and tried to cover up this embarrassing situation. I got up to go to the bathroom and left him in the room. I had just finished urinating and was washing my hands, when Wesley asked if I could use the bathroom. I said yes, he went in, but I didn't hear the sound of someone peeing. I had my back to him, I tried not to look, but I couldn't, it was too much for me. I turned to try to see something, hoping that he would have his back to me, but when I did, he was in front, his pants down, with a stiff stick, masturbating. It was a low blow! When I saw that fat roll, with that pink head shining right in front of me, I knelt and didn't go to pray. I fell down with a mouth full of desire.
[WESLEY] Who'd have thought my brother-in-law had a crush on a parrot?!
He lifted me up and pulled me into a delicious kiss. We went to bed, already undressing. I threw my brother-in-law to bed, with that delicious roll pointing to the ceiling, I went over him and started swallowing as much as I could. My brother-in-law, seeing my butt so close to his face, did something that surprised me, he put his tongue willingly in my ass, making me drool with heat. I believe it was not his first time with another man, because he was wonderful, knew very well what he was doing and did very well. We got out of that position, we kissed, he looked into my eyes and said:
Since your sister won't give me her ass, I'm gonna eat yours.
I didn't even wait for him to take the initiative, I myself was already acting. He was sitting on the bed, I stood in front of him, I passed saliva on his stick and on my ass, I pulled in and I went down very slowly, I felt my head coming in, I felt that strong pain, I backed up a little bit, but the pain was passing and I was sitting again, this time my head came in and then that mega thick stick was invading me. When my brother-in-law's stick was all inside me, I was a little bit paralyzed and we kissed each other deliriously. I started jumping on his stick and I felt his stick going well. Lately I don't have much sense of being passive, but my brother-in-law filled me with tenderness and I was simply feeling delicious his stick sheltering me. Because I don't like it, but I don't know "hero" stuck in it, because when he goes to bed with another man, it was very slow, maybe he liked it, trying to show me that kind of fat pain, I pushed back a little bit, but the pain went away, but the pain went away and I went back to my seat, and I was pleased by the sound of his big fat cock, and he was pleased with his cock, I went back up on top of his cock, I was a little bit, I was pleased with his cock, he was so happy with it, I was a little bit of his cock, I crawled up with his cock, I was pleased with his cock, I was pleased with his cock, he was pleased with his cock, his cock fell on top of his cock, and his cock was a little bit more pleased with it, I was a little bit more than his cock, I was a little, I was pleased with his cock, and his cock was a little bit more than his cock. He was pleased with his cock, and his cock was a little more than his cock.
I told you I liked milk, remember?
We laughed and went to the bathroom. Then we lay together for a while, kissed and talked. He told me that he had never cheated on my sister and that it only happened because they hadn't had sex for a long time. But of course I would never judge him for that. After he left, I admit that I felt guilty about it all. I don't think it will happen again, but at least we got closer. We exchanged messages all the time, but until now we haven't talked about what happened.
I apologize if the story was exhaustive or if there were too many spelling mistakes!