Becoming a Cuckold, Ch. 2 of 3
by DirtyMindedMinx
I woke up with a raging hard-on after a fitful night. Irene, my wife, was asleëp beside me, apparently worn out from her night of adulterous sex. I was torn between trying to fuck her and letting her sleëp. Knowing she probably wouldn’t want to have anything to do with my little pecker after what she’d had in her pussy last night, I quietly went downstairs to jerk off where I wouldn’t disturb her.
Sitting in the chair she had masturbated in last night while she told me the details of her sex date, I pinched my dick between my fingers and began stroking. For the hundredth time, I went over what had happened. She rejected my gift of a huge dildo, only to use it secretly after I’d left for work. She turned down my proposal to find a man who could satisfy her sexually better than I could, only to change her mind after a week and take me up on the offer. She had argued that she didn’t want sex without love, so perhaps that’s why she decided the man she wanted to fuck out of wedlock would be her bröther.
I still couldn’t wrap my head around that. Was it true, or did she just say that to get a rise out of me? Chet was all the things she had described the man she fucked as. He was tall, good-looking, made a great living, and on top of all that he apparently had a huge cock. It wasn’t really a big surprise, but it was galling that some were gifted with so much and others of us with so little. Chet was a good guy, and I liked him just fine, but I always felt small and inferior around him. With good reason it turns out. I guess if it had to be someone, he was the perfect candidate. But her bröther? That wasn’t just adultery, it was ïncest! And how did she talk him into it?
The image of my wife sucking Chet’s cock flashed through my mind and I jerked faster. Irene spreading her legs, inviting him into her pussy. Her on top, riding his fuck meat like a wanton slut. Letting him spray his cum all over her face and in her mouth. I let out a helpless cry as I came, squirting all over my belly and chest.
“At it again?”
Irene’s voice startled me. I reached for my boxers, trying to pull them up quickly and cover my shame. She came down the steps with a smile rather than the disdainful look I expected after catching me playing with myself.
She was dressed in a loose-fitting blouse and a flowing pair of wide-legged linen pants. She had a glow about her that radiated happy contentment. She held herself like a woman whose world had recently been made complete. Irene sat down on the sofa and beamed at me.
“I assume you have questions?”
I nodded as I mopped up the streaks of cum from my chest. “Were you serious when you said it was Chet?”
“I was. Is that a problem for you?”
To be fair, it did freak me out somewhat, but I was afraid to admit that. “No. I just don’t understand how it could be your own bröther.”
“I don’t know if I entirely understand it myself.” She ran her fingers through her hair in a sensuous display that she didn’t seem aware of. “We’d always been close, of course, but nothing really sexual…until now.” Her nipples visibly stiffened under her blouse as she spoke. “Can you get me a glass of juice?”
I jumped up to fulfill her request. She normally wasn’t like that and would have simply gotten what she wanted for herself. I wondered how much things might have really changed. I handed her a glass of orange juice and she thanked me.
“There were the usual things when we were kïds. Bath time curiosity, playing doctor in the basement, wrestling matches that were more about the physical contact than winning or losing, and that sort of chïldish stuff. When we were teens, he walked in on me getting out of the shower, I walked in on him screwing his girlfriend, but that was about the extent of it. We both knew there was a certain…attraction between us, but neither was willing to act on it.”
“So…you’ve always wanted to fuck your bröther?”
“I never consciously thought of it in that way, but on some level I suppose I did. It isn’t the kind of thing that’s easy to admit, not even to yourself.”
“How did you bring it up to him?”
She set her juice down on the coffee table. “It wasn’t that difficult, actually. You know how he and Daphne split up a few months back? I thought she was just another in his long string of disposable girlfriends, but he took this breakup pretty hard. That night when I went to meet him for dinner, we had a long talk and opened up to each other about some rather private things.”
“Private things?”
“Our relationships, the things we wanted, the things we…lacked.” She cleared her throat and went for a sip of the juice. “Anyway, it was a good talk, but I think Chet misinterpreted some of the things I had told him, or maybe just misunderstood the reasons I had shared the intimate details that I had with him. A few days after that night, he accidentally sent me a dick pic.” She had made air quotes with her fingers around the word accidentally. “He followed it up with a fake apology and claimed it was for a chick he met at a club the night before.”
“So that’s how you knew he had a big cock.”
She nodded with a hint of a sly smile at the corner of her lips. “He often made jokes bragging about it, but I wasn’t sure if that was just him exaggerating.”
Irene got up and went to her purse. She came back and handed me her cell phone. Filling the screen was a massive penis. If I didn’t know better, I would have assumed it was a publicity photo of some porn star.
“You saved your bröther’s dick pic?”
She shrugged and took he phone back, gazing adoringly at the image before putting it away. “That’s when I knew he was testing the waters with me, wanting to see how I’d react. I didn’t take the bait and waited a few days before responding with a warning that he was behaving like an adolescent, which was no way to find a woman for a real relationship. He got the message, but he had managed to plant the seed in my mind.”
I wondered if it was her bröther she was thinking about that morning I had spied on her fucking the dildo. He had planted the seed, that was certain.
“I wanted to strangle you when you came to me with the disgusting idea that I sleëp with another man. If you really loved me, how could you even bear the thought of me being with someone else? While I was working out whether or not this added up to the end of our marriage, one thought kept recurring to me. If we divorced, I would be free to sleëp with other men.” She shifted in her seat, or maybe squirmed would be a more accurate description. “Men with big cocks. Someone like my bröther.”
“Or your actual bröther,” I interjected, taking it to the logical conclusion.
She pursed her lips in the way that she does when she doesn’t want to say something. “I didn’t think that at first, but at some point, yes.” She stood and went to the kitchen.
I picked up her empty juice glass and followed her. She was opening a cup of yogurt when I came in.
“I didn’t want to divorce you.” She fetched a clean spoon from the dishwasher, then corrected her statement. “I don’t want to divorce you. But I did want to get fucked by a big cock, just to know what it would be like.” Irene scooped a spoonful of vanilla yogurt into her mouth. “And I realized that I didn’t have to get divorced to have that. Your stupid idea suddenly didn’t seem so stupid anymore.”
I noticed that I was hungry. I hadn’t been able to eat anything last night while Irene was out getting laid. I peeled a banana and took a bite. “So then you just called him and said let’s have sex?”
“I’d like to think I was more subtle than that. I told him I couldn’t stop thinking about the picture he ‘accidentally’ sent to me. I didn’t mention anything about you wanting to pimp me out to other men. I let him suggest we take things to the next step. He was pretty cagey about it, sort of proposing it as a joke in case I took offense, giving himself an out. But I played along. We met for drinks and I allowed him to convince me that he was the best person to give me what I couldn’t get from my sorry excuse for a husband.”
“That’s what he said about me?”
“Don’t blame him. He was only saying that because of the things he’d heard from me.”
“What kind of things?”
“About how small your penis is, how you can’t last more than a minute or two before you ejaculate, and how you can only make me cum with your mouth.”
“You…you’ve been faking it?”
“When you fuck me, yes – most of the time.” She came over and kissed me on the cheek. “Listen, sweetheart, I’m not saying these things to upset you. At this point, with everything that’s happened in the past couple weeks, I decided I’m done lying and hiding the truth. Not being honest with you, or myself, wasn’t helping anyone. You were up front with me and told me about your fantasy, so I want to give you the same consideration and not shy away from what we both know to be true.”
I chewed on the last bite of my banana and digested her words. I always had my suspicions, but I would have much rather had them proved unfounded. She wasn’t holding back and smoothing things over for the sake of my ego anymore. I’d opened this can of worms, so I deserved it. That didn’t make it hurt any less. Nothing to do but suck it up.
“So…what now?”
“I’m not sure,” she said, licking the cum-colored yogurt from her spoon absently. “I think I want to fuck my bröther again.” She nodded to herself. “I definitely want to fuck him again.”
“Well, then I guess you should.” I hated that my voice trembled when I’d said that.
“I’ll give it a day or two, then talk to him. See where his head is at.” She tossed the empty cup and rinsed the spoon. “If he’s still interested in doing his big sïster, then I’ll go over to his place and give him my pussy to do with as he pleases.”
I loved hearing her talk like a filthy whore, it just sucked that she wasn’t talking about me like that. Even so, I was glad she was going forward with all of this. It was confusing and in many ways painful, but I continued to believe it would be good for our marriage in the long run.
Irene came to me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and pressed her body to mine. “We’ve got a few minutes before the kïds get home. How about a nice blowjob?” Without waiting for me to answer, she sank to her knees, pulled down my boxers, and started sucking me off. I couldn’t remember the last time I got a blowjob without begging for it. Even on my birthday, I had to wheedle her into doing it. I guess I had Chet to thank for this.
A minute and a half later I warned my wife that I was about to cum. She finished me with her hand, directing my load onto the tiled floor. She obviously wasn’t willing to swallow for me like she did for her bröther, but I didn’t care. I’d just had my dick sucked by my beautiful wife in the light of a sunny Saturday morning in the middle of my kitchen. Each of our sex lives were already greatly improved after only one night of my wife sleëping with another man!
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It was almost 2:00 am when Irene returned home from her visit with her bröther the following Friday. I had waited up again, just as nervous as the first time, maybe even more so. It was all so vague and uncertain before, now I knew exactly what she intended to do and exactly who she’d be doing it with.
“The kïds give you any trouble?” she asked breezily as she set down her purse and tote. She had on her tight jeans, the ones that made her butt look even more fantastic than in was naturally, and a light pullover that clung snugly to her every curve.
“None. They’re asleëp.”
“I should hope so.” She came over and kissed me on the lips, slipping her tongue into my mouth.
I might have been imagining it, but I swear I could taste cum. I wanted to be repulsed, but I had to admit that I wasn’t. The idea that another man’s cock had been in my wife’s mouth – the mouth I was kissing – just an hour or so ago got me hard as nails.
“You had a good time, I’m guessing,” I said when she sat to take off her high-heeled boots. I’d never seen her wear those before, but they were definitely of the come-fuck-me variety.
“I feel like I’m high.” She giggled and shed the other boot. “I suppose you want your details now?”
“Uh huh.” I moved toward the sofa.
She stood. “How about we do this upstairs in bed.”
“Okay, sure,” I agreed, not caring one way or the other.
“Grab my bag for me, will you, dear?”
I followed her up the stairs carrying her tote, wanting to look inside but not daring to. She headed into the bathroom for her nighttime routine while I changed into my pajamas. When she was done, I went in and brushed my teeth. When I returned to the bedroom I was stunned to find Irene waiting for me on the bed naked with her legs open.
“You up for it?” she asked, knowing full well what my answer would be.
I stripped out of my pajamas in record time and got on top of her. She handed me a condom and switched off the light.
“Do you make Chet wear one,” I whined as I put it on.
“Don’t be ridiculous. He’s special.”
And what was I? Chopped liver? Yes, I suppose that was about the long and short of it. I had to take what I could get. At least I’d gotten to see her posed all slutty with the light on for half a minute.
“You in yet?”
“Uh huh.” Damn, her bröther must have really stretched her out.
“Okay, yes, there you are. Mmm, that’s good.” She sounded sincere, but I couldn’t be sure anymore. “Try to go slowly, darling, no need to rush.”
“Right, no problem.” I did my best to follow her advice, knowing I’d need another condom or two over the one I had on to keep me from going off sooner than she would like.
“He had a nice bottle of wine waiting for me when I showed up. We talked, tried to make sense of this thing we were doing. Making sure we both understood what it was and what it wasn’t. I don’t know that we exactly finished the discussion before the kissing began.” She pulled my head down and kissed me again. This wasn’t a regular part of our lovemaking, but only because she never seemed interested before.
“He carried me to the bedroom like a character in some cheesy romantic novel. I laughed the whole way. I felt silly, but it was kind of a turn on. I love how strong he is. It was like I was a chïld in his arms.”
I slowly pulled back, then eased forward as I listened.
“He undressed me and started eating my pussy right away. Chet said he’d been ‘dying to taste my cunt again.’ You know how I always hated that word, but hearing it coming from him almost made me cum on the spot.”
“I love the taste of your cunt,” I told her as I pushed into her.
“Oscar, don’t. Please.” She wrapped her legs around me and tried to match my thrusts. “We ended up in the 69 position with me on top. I just about choked myself trying to take as much of his cock as I could. It’s not just because of how big and amazing it is, but also because it’s my bröther’s cock. It’s so wrong, but it makes it so much more exciting.”
“He put me on all fours and took me doggy style. I could barely handle half of him that way, but he was careful not to hurt me too much. He understands what he’s got and knows just how to use it. He’s fucked so many women with that cock, and now I’m the one who gets to have it.”
I wasn’t sure if she was even talking to me anymore. It was almost like she was doing it just to turn herself on more. As long as I was benefitting too, that’s all that mattered to me at the moment.
He fucked me, and rubbed my clit, and played with my nipples all at the same time. I’m not sure how, but it was incredible. My whole body just comes to life when I’m under him. Why didn’t you suggest all this years ago?”
Maybe I should have. Or, maybe I never should have brought it up at all. Sure the results had been great so far, but there was no telling where it might all end up. I kept telling myself it was going to be somewhere good, but there was no way for me to really know that. What was important was that my wife was hornier than I ever saw her, and I was fucking her.
“He made me cum, then he blew his load inside me. Oscar, you may not believe this, but I could actually feel his cum pumping into me. I always thought that was a made up thing you only read in stories, but I swear I felt it.”
She was quiet for a minute as I carefully guided my dick in and out of her. I thought I could feel her tightening her pussy around me, holding it, then releasing. I was loving it.
“We took a little break, just kissing and touching for a bit. He sucked my tits and fingered me. I rubbed his back and licked his balls. It’s so relaxed and natural with him. If I was with some strange guy, it would be all awkward and stressful. Not with Chet. We know each other so well…”
“We know each other pretty well,” I offered lamely.
“Yes, we do, sweetheart. But that seems to be more of a hindrance for us than a help.”
Another jab under the auspices of honestly. Maybe she was right, though. I could see how the more you got to know me, the less interesting I became.
“And that was it?” I prompted.
“Oh, God, no!” She laughed and set her feet back down on the bed, lifting her hips up toward me. “We fucked three or four more times. I lost count of how many times he made me cum. And, boy, does that man have staying power. He was hard practically the whole time. I didn’t think it was possible for me to keep someone that excited for that long.”
Not only was he giving her the most awesome sex of her life, but Chet was also boosting Irene’s self-esteem in ways I never could. I guess she doesn’t take my inability to last more than a couple minutes with her as a testament to her sexiness. Speaking of which, I was probably close to going on five minutes by that point. My self-esteem took a bit of a boost from that alone.
“I usually need clitoral stimulation to orgasm, but with him I was able to cum from penetration alone. It’s a whole different sensation. One of the times we were doing it, he put his finger in my ass. I came so hard I nearly passed out. Everything my bröther does to me is like magic.”
“Do you want me to do that for you? Stick my finger in your ass?”
“Don’t you dare. That’s his thing. Just stick to what you’re good at.”
What the hell was I good at? Jerking off – that was all I could think of.
“Did you talk about getting together again?”
“Next weekend. I don’t know if I can wait that long. I miss his cock already.”
Honesty was one thing, but she really didn’t have to say that while I had my cock already inside her.
“You’ve got me.”
“Mmm, you’re right. I do. He’s my lover, but you’re my husband. The man I share my life with. Who I share everything with.” She surely meant that to sound like a good thing, but it somehow came across as ominous. “Fuck me, Oscar. Don’t hold back, fuck my pussy as hard as you can.”
I wasn’t about to pass up that opportunity. I was ready to go off anyway. I set my feet and started going at it. I’d never had the green light to really go to town on her like this before.
“Yeah, that’s good. As hard as you can. Really fuck me. Oh! Okay! Yeah!”
My arms were already shaking, and my shoulders starting to ache, but I kept at it.
“Harder, baby. Give it everything. Fuck my cunt! Fuck me!”
The moment she said the word cunt I let loose. I grunted and moaned as I filled my condom.
“Don’t stop! Keep going! Keep going!”
I did my best to get right back at it before I started going soft. My back began to spasm, and I couldn’t get enough air. The sound of my body pounding into hers was extraordinary, but I was working so hard that I wasn’t able to fully enjoy it. My head started to spin.
“Go! Keep going! Yes! That’s it! You got it! Oh! Oh! Fuuuuuck! I’m cumming! I’mmmmm…ahhh!”
She bucked under me, screaming through clenched teeth. She always kept it to a soft moan when she came so the kïds wouldn’t hear, but she didn’t seem at all worried about that. I tried to keep going until she was done, but I gave out a few seconds too soon.
I stayed on top of her for a time, not moving except to suck in as much oxygen as I could. Irene was likewise occupied. When I was able to speak, I said, “Did you fake that one?”
“If you can’t tell, you’re worse off than I thought, dear.” She kissed me lovingly on the forehead. “No, I’m not that good of an actress. That was real.”
It was pathetic how proud of myself I was for making my wife orgasm with my dick. Something most husbands could do without giving it a second thought. I thought I was one of those husbands until a week ago. But now maybe I really could be that guy. It’s not the size of the boat, it’s the motion of the ocean, yes? I rolled off her and felt every muscle and joint in my body complain about something. That motion, however, was likely to kill me if I tried it again.
“Was it as good as with your bröther?” I regretted the question even as it was leaving my mouth.
“Do you want me to be honest? Or should we not go there.”
“You can be honest.”
Her hand found mine in the dark and gripped. “Not even close, sweetheart. If I wasn’t thinking of the things I’d done with Chet tonight, I don’t think I would have been able to cum.” She rolled toward me and planted a conciliatory kiss on my cheek. “But, between the two of you, I got a very nice orgasm out of it.”
I guess that was the best I could hope for. “At least that’s something.”
“It certainly is. Now go get rid of that nasty condom and let’s get to sleëp.”
Irene was barely awake by the time I got back, but she managed to get me to spoon her from behind and say goodnight before she conked out in a matter of seconds. It would have been nice if I alone had been the one to wear her out like that, but I knew my contribution was much the lesser of the responsible factors. I was going to pay for it the next day, but that fuck was more than worth giving up most, if not all, of my dignity.
I snuggled my limp dick tight against my wife’s bare ass and fell into a deep, restful sleëp.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
“I’m going to fuck my bröther again this Saturday,” Irene mentioned casually as I cleaned up the dishes after Wednesday’s dinner. She didn’t have to say it like that, but I think she got a thrill out of talking that way about something so immoral.
“Oh?” I glanced into the next room to make sure the kïds were sufficiently absorbed in their individual video screens to be paying any attention to us.
“And you’re coming along.”
“I am?”
She smiled at my mix of surprise, fear, and arousal. “I’ve already called the babysitter. You’ll pick her up at 7:00, then come meet us at Chet’s place.”
“Okay, yeah. Should I get dressed up? Is there anything you want me to bring?” I must have sounded like a flustered schoolboy who’d just been invited to his first party with the cool kïds.
“Just bring that adorable little cock of yours, and I’ll take care of everything else.” She gave me a kiss, then smacked me on the butt before heading out and leaving me to finish cleaning up on my own.
I had all kinds of questions about what was going on, but if she wanted me to know she would have told me. I would just have to wait and see what was in store for me.
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I picked up Sarah and brought her back to our place, then headed for Chet’s apartment as fast as I could. I was so preoccupied thinking about what lay ahead that I didn’t even bother perving on our hot babysitter. My dick was hard for most of the drive there, but went soft as I approached my bröther-in-law’s front door.
Chet let me in, engulfing my hand in a crushing handshake. He wasn’t trying to show off, that’s just how he shook hands with everyone.
“Hey, Oscar. Good to see you. Irene is in the living room.” He didn’t move, looking like he had something more to say. He didn’t look uncomfortable, exactly, just a bit at a loss. “Kind of a fucked up situation we’ve got here, eh?”
I nodded automatically, going along with what he said. “Yeah.”
“But you’re cool with it, right? Sure you are.” He clapped me on the shoulder. “You’re a cool guy, Oscar. There’s more to you than I would have guessed.” Chet steered me toward the living room with his big paw still on my shoulder.
I didn’t know if he was buttering me up, or if he meant it. There was a lot of the salesman about Irene’s bröther, but maybe he was being straight with me.
Irene was lounging on the sofa, a mixed drink in her hand. I almost pissed myself when I saw her. She was decked out in black fishnet stockings that were held up with lacy black garters. I knew this because her leather micro skirt barely came down past her crotch. A pair of wicked looking spiked heels adorned her feet, and a small leather bra was struggling to contain her overflowing breasts. I barely recognized my own wife. When she left the house she was a conservative mother of two, and somewhere along the way she’d transformed into a cock-stiffening vixen.
“I take it from the way your mouth is hanging open that you approve?” she said with a saucy lilt to her voice and took a sip of her cocktail.
“You look…amazing, honey.”
She stood and slowly strolled across the room to the bar in the corner. Me and her bröther eye fucked her the whole way. She plucked a chocolate covered strawberry from the plate there and bit into it. It was about the most sensual thing I’d ever seen her do. She dabbed her lips with a napkin and headed back for the sofa. A few steps past us, my wife dropped the napkin.
“Oops,” she said deliberately, then bent over at the waist to pick it up. This gave us both a view under that strip of leather passing as a skirt. She had on some kind of almost-not-there G-string that ran along the crease of her ass, then split when it got to her pussy, framing her bulging vulva like a work of fine art. She glanced over her shoulder at what was bulging on our side of the equation, and apparently liked the effect she had achieved.
“Damn, Irene, if you weren’t my sïster I’d fuck your brains out,” Chet commented with a wolfish growl in his tone. “Oh, wait…I am going to fuck your brains out.” Not very clever by my reckoning, but Irene certainly seemed to enjoy his leering banter. He nudged me.
“Oh, yeah, hon, you look super hot.” Okay, so I somehow couldn’t even beat this lunk in the clever department. I was hopeless.
“Thank you, sweetheart. I hope you don’t mind, but the credit card bill is going to be a bit higher than usual this month.”
“No problem, it’s worth it.” The words caught in my throat some. My mouth was drying up again.
“Every penny,” Chet concurred and went to the bar himself.
“When I spoke to my bröther earlier this week, I let him know that I had told you about the two of us. About what we were doing.”
“I just about shit myself, buddy, I’m not going to lie. I figured you’d be on your way to the gun store as soon as you found out I was plowing your wife.” He scooped some ice into a couple of tumblers.
“I assured him that you took it quite well, and that you understood what drove me to turn to my own bröther for sexual comfort.”
Chet couldn’t keep the shit-eating smirk off his face as he poured the Scotch.
“I also explained to him how the idea of me with another man actually turned you on – that it had been a fantasy of yours for a long while now.”
“If she was my woman,” he said, handing me my drink, “I wouldn’t share her with anyone. You’re a better man than me, pardner.” He clinked my glass with his, then tossed back a big gulp.
I followed suit and choked on the burning jet fuel as it seared my throat. “Smooth,” I coughed.
“I filled him in on your conditions,” Irene continued, graciously ignoring what an unmanly excuse for a husband I was. “You would consent to me continuing the affair with my bröther, if you were occasionally allowed to watch.”
My heart leapt in my chest. It was exactly what I wanted, but hadn’t fully dared to hope for. Hearing about it all was one thing, to actually see my wife receiving total sexual satisfaction as it was happening was almost too much to fathom. I fought not to pump my fist and scream out, “Yes!”
“You are one freaky dude, my man,” Chet said with a chuckle. “But if that’s what it takes for my sïster to let me in that sweet pussy of hers, then how could I say no? I don’t mind an audience. Might be kind of fun.” He clenched my shoulder again and I barely managed to suppress a wince of pain. “You’re really okay with this?”
“Sure,” I squeaked, then cleared my still raw throat. “Sure, that all sounds okay to me.”
“You understand, Oscar, that you’re giving over complete control to me. When Chet and I let you watch us fuck, what I say goes, no questions asked. You don’t do anything unless I tell you to. And I mean anything. Is that perfectly clear?”
“Yes. Perfectly.” I wasn’t one-hundred percent clear on what I was agreeing to, but I knew I’d agree to anything to make this a reality.
“Let’s find out.” She licked her ruby red lips suggestively. “Take off your clothes.”
“Huh?”
“Strip.”
“Right here? Now?”
She fixed me with a stern look. I gulped, glanced at Chet. I wanted to punch him in his grinning face and knock out a few of those perfect white teeth of his, but he’d probably kill me with one swift backhand.
I unbuttoned my shirt. They watched quietly while I undressed down to nothing.
“Well, howdy, s*s, you weren’t lying. This fella of yours is hung like a six year old.” He stepped over to me and juggled my junk in one of his meaty paws. The guy was so confident that he didn’t even think twice about handling another man’s dick and balls. “I’m impressed.”
“Huh?” This seemed to be my new favorite word.
“Even with a ding-a-ling like that, you still managed to land one of the sexiest women I know. Gotta hand it to ya, pardner.” He saluted me with his drink and polished it off.
“Size does matter,” Irene said, beckoning her bröther to join her on the sofa, “but it’s not the only thing. If you ask me, Chet, you rely too much on that horse cock of yours when it comes to your relationships.”
“I don’t have relationships, baby doll. I have women I fuck, and women I don’t fuck.” He sat down and I watched my wife snuggle up to him, one hand gripping a thick bicep, the other settling on his crotch. “Simple as that.”
“So now I’m just a woman you fuck?”
“Count your blessings, little lady.”
“You’re terrible.”
“Let’s see if you’re still saying that ten minutes from now.” He grabbed her, pulled her around onto his lap and started kissing her. She was like a plaything with him. Irene all but melted into his big arms.
I stood there, nude and a little chilly, as the two of them made out passionately. When he began manhandling one of her breasts, I felt some life start to come into my flaccid dick. This was really happening. Not only was my wife with another man, and not only was that man her bröther, but I was being privileged with the chance to see it all. It seemed impossible. After so many years of fantasies, it was happening. I wanted to be more excited, but for some reason I was too scared to fully embrace it all. I don’t know what I was scared of, and the scene playing out before me was keeping me for thinking clearly enough to puzzle it out.
I reached for my dick.
“Ah, ah!” Irene scolded. “Get your hand off that little pecker. You don’t do anything unless I tell you to do it. Remember?”
I nodded, chastened. I guess I hadn’t fully understood. I let my hand fall to my side and looked on.
“Is my big sïster in the mood to suck a big cock?”
“Whip it out, stud, and find out for yourself.”
Chet did just that. He had a hard time getting his monster out through his fly so he had to stand for a moment to pull his pants down. Irene went for it right away. The small picture on her cell phone didn’t do that hog justice. Seeing it in my wife’s mouth gave me a whole new perspective. She could only take the top part of it in, leaving enough room on his shaft for her to use both hands if she wanted. I looked down at my full four and a half. I know life isn’t always fair, but come on!
Irene was sucking with gusto. She moved her head up and down as well as turning with each stroke of her lips. She was moaning the whole time, which must have added some nice vibrations to the mix. Maybe if I asked nicely she would hum for me some day. I already knew what the answer would be.
It was right about then that she looked toward me. She still had her bröther’s cock in her mouth, and her eyes appeared bigger than ever with the smoky dark makeup she had around them. My body quivered under her cocksucking gaze. She came up off of him and smiled at me. Her tongue snaked out and ran a few circles around his fat head, teasing the pee slit at the end. Her eyes were on me the whole time. Pre-cum started drooling out of the end of my dick.
Chet was leaned back, eyes closed. He put his hand on the back of his sïster’s head and pushed her down onto his cock. Irene would have broken my arm if I tried something like that, but with him she willingly submitted and resumed sucking.
I was dying to grab myself and beat off to the most erotic sight I’d ever seen. My leather-clad wife was passionately working the biggest cock I’d ever seen, and I just had to stand there and watch from across the room. A horny shiver ran through me. I half suspected I might cum without even touching myself. My dick flexed and bounced up, adding more clear spew to the puddle in front of me. I wasn’t sure if it was a good thing Chet had hardwood floors, or if an absorbent carpet would have been better for me in this instance.
My bröther-in-law added his moans to Irene’s. “You want my load in your mouth, or you want to save it for you pussy?”
She popped up long enough to say, “Can I get both tonight?”
“If you were anyone else, I’d say no. But, since you’re the only woman lately who’s been able to get me off more than once in a night, I’ll say it’s all up to you, s*s.”
She playfully bit the head of his cock, then went down on him with renewed purpose. Her hand and mouth worked in concert. With me it was only ever a hand or a mouth, no need for both. I couldn’t help but wonder how my life might have turned out differently if I had a cock like that. No use playing that game. Besides, there were better things to focus my attention on.
My hand shifted toward my hard-on. Irene wagged a knowing finger at me. How the fuck did she see that? I thought her eyes were closed. All I was going to do was play with my balls a little. I had thought she invited me here so that I could enjoy my fantasy, but it was starting to look like she just wanted to torture me.
“Oh, yeah! Here it comes, baby!” Chet held my wife’s head and fucked himself up into her. She gagged, but stayed on him. “Aaaahhhrrrrr!” It was the sound I imagined Tarzan would make when he came.
Seconds later, streams of semen came pouring down from where Irene’s lips were wrapped around his shaft. It coated his cock and balls. She came up, her mouth half full of cum. Damn, that guy could produce. After letting us both see what she had, she swallowed it down in three luxurious gulps, savoring the taste of her bröther’s seed. My wife then went for more.
She began licking up what had spilled out, starting with his clean shaven scrotum. She licked, and sucked, and slurped everywhere until there wasn’t a single sperm remaining. And this was the woman who most of the time we were married claimed just the site of my cum turned her stomach. Now that stomach was full of the biggest wad of jizz humanly possible. I was dead certain I loved my wife more than anything, but I was quickly learning that I had no idea who she really was.
Irene sat up, dabbing the corners of her mouth primly. One of her boobs had come out of her black leather bra. She didn’t bother to tuck it away. “How was that?” she asked her bröther.
Chet pulled her in and kissed her on the lips, then turned to me. “I don’t know where your wife learned to suck a cock like that, but I’d put her up against a stack of porn stars any day.”
Wherever she learned it, I thought, it must have been before she met me. I mean, she always blew my mind when she blew my dick, but it really didn’t take much skill when it came to me. I suspected that not every woman would know how to handle Chet’s equipment. I wasn’t sure if I should be proud of her or concerned.
“Take me to the bedroom, stud. I need that talented tongue of yours in my cunt.”
“Damn, girl, you kiss your mama with that mouth?”
“No, just my little bröther.” This was followed by more kissing of the French variety.
My dick was starting to wilt. Not because what I was seeing wasn’t incredibly hot, but I was feeling increasingly impotent given all that was going on.
Chet stood, lifting his sïster with him as easily as if she were a little girl. She kicked her feet and laughed as he carried her to the bedroom. I heard more girlish giggling and a sharp slap of a hand on flesh, followed by a squeal and more giggling. I stood there alone trying to crane my neck to get a glimpse down the hallway and into the room where they had moved the fun.
I was tempted to follow, but Irene hadn’t told me I could. Maybe this is what made me so worthless in the sack. I didn’t even have the balls to claim my right to at least watch my wife fuck her lover. Hmm, funny how I was already thinking of Chet, my wife’s bröther, as her lover. I’d never thought of myself in those terms. She probably hadn’t either. There was another squeal and I wondered what wonderfully nasty thing he was doing to her now.
This was stupid. I should just march right in there and let them know I wasn’t going to put up with being left out of the fun. And if I felt like jerking off, I was going to jerk off. Seriously, what was I afraid of?
Irene moaned loudly. “Suck that pussy, you bad boy!”
March right in there, I told myself. Show them that I can’t be pushed around.
“Eat it, Chet! Eat your sïster’s horny fucking pussy!”
She was clearly being louder than she needed to be. Maybe trying to encourage me to come into the room. Or just trying to torment me. March right in. That’s what I should do.
My dick was drooping, but not entirely soft. It was confused. I was confused. The puddle at my feet was thinning and spreading out. I should probably wipe it up before someone accidently stepped in it, I thought. Was I allowed to? Why wouldn’t I be? I was a grown man for fuck sake. Before I could do anything, I heard my wife’s cries building to a crescendo.
“Oh, fuck, yes! Eat that cunt, you bastard! I’m going to cum! Oh, ah, ah, aaaah, I’m cumming! Yeeees!”
My stomach clenched. She was having a fantastic orgasm, and I was happy for her. But it was at the hand, or should I say mouth, of another man. He deserved my gratitude for providing a service that I couldn’t match, but I still resented him for it. Irene was having a great time, that’s the only thing I should care about. It wasn’t about Chet, or so much about me. I wanted this for the woman I loved.
She appeared soon after I’d had that thought. Her cheeks and chest were flushed with crimson highlights. Her smile told the whole story. Both cups of the leather bra were pulled down, leaving her tits hanging free. The skirt and G-string were gone as well. The insides of her thighs high up around her pussy shined wetly.
“What a good little boy you’ve been,” she said in voluptuous tones. She strode toward me on her stripper heels, which made her about an inch taller than me. “So well behaved.” Irene gave my dick and balls a twiddle, much as her bröther had earlier. “You enjoying your fantasy so far?”
It took me a moment to find my voice. “Um…yes…I am. Very much. How about you?”
“To tell you the truth, I wasn’t sure I liked the idea of having you here while I played with my bröther.” She walked around behind me and spanked my ass when she got there. “But I’m actually enjoying it more than I expected. Every time I screw around like this, I learn something new about myself. I suppose I need to thank you for that.” She kissed me on the neck, then bit my earlobe, giving it a playful yet painful tug. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going back in there and get fucked by the biggest cock I’ve ever seen.”
She walked toward the bedroom, her beautiful ass swaying, perfectly framed by the garter and stockings. I wanted to fall to my knees and beg.
Irene turned just before she was out of sight. “Well? Are you coming?”
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