Becoming a Cuckold, Ch. 2 of 3
by DirtyMindedMinx<\/p>\n

I woke up with a raging hard-on after a fitful night. Irene, my wife, was asle\u00ebp beside me, apparently worn out from her night of adulterous sex. I was torn between trying to fuck her and letting her sle\u00ebp. Knowing she probably wouldn\u2019t want to have anything to do with my little pecker after what she\u2019d had in her pussy last night, I quietly went downstairs to jerk off where I wouldn\u2019t disturb her.<\/p>\n

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\u2019d 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\u2019t want sex without love, so perhaps that\u2019s why she decided the man she wanted to fuck out of wedlock would be her br\u00f6ther.<\/p>\n

I still couldn\u2019t 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\u2019t 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 br\u00f6ther? That wasn\u2019t just adultery, it was \u00efncest! And how did she talk him into it?<\/p>\n

The image of my wife sucking Chet\u2019s 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. <\/p>\n

\u201cAt it again?\u201d<\/p>\n

Irene\u2019s 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. <\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

\u201cI assume you have questions?\u201d<\/p>\n

I nodded as I mopped up the streaks of cum from my chest. \u201cWere you serious when you said it was Chet?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI was. Is that a problem for you?\u201d<\/p>\n

To be fair, it did freak me out somewhat, but I was afraid to admit that. \u201cNo. I just don\u2019t understand how it could be your own br\u00f6ther.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know if I entirely understand it myself.\u201d She ran her fingers through her hair in a sensuous display that she didn\u2019t seem aware of. \u201cWe\u2019d always been close, of course, but nothing really sexual\u2026until now.\u201d Her nipples visibly stiffened under her blouse as she spoke. \u201cCan you get me a glass of juice?\u201d<\/p>\n

I jumped up to fulfill her request. She normally wasn\u2019t 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.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere were the usual things when we were k\u00efds. 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 ch\u00efldish 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\u2026attraction between us, but neither was willing to act on it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo\u2026you\u2019ve always wanted to fuck your br\u00f6ther?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI never consciously thought of it in that way, but on some level I suppose I did. It isn\u2019t the kind of thing that\u2019s easy to admit, not even to yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow did you bring it up to him?\u201d<\/p>\n

She set her juice down on the coffee table. \u201cIt wasn\u2019t 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.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPrivate things?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOur relationships, the things we wanted, the things we\u2026lacked.\u201d She cleared her throat and went for a sip of the juice. \u201cAnyway, 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.\u201d She had made air quotes with her fingers around the word accidentally. \u201cHe followed it up with a fake apology and claimed it was for a chick he met at a club the night before.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo that\u2019s how you knew he had a big cock.\u201d<\/p>\n

She nodded with a hint of a sly smile at the corner of her lips. \u201cHe often made jokes bragging about it, but I wasn\u2019t sure if that was just him exaggerating.\u201d <\/p>\n

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\u2019t know better, I would have assumed it was a publicity photo of some porn star.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou saved your br\u00f6ther\u2019s dick pic?\u201d<\/p>\n

She shrugged and took he phone back, gazing adoringly at the image before putting it away. \u201cThat\u2019s when I knew he was testing the waters with me, wanting to see how I\u2019d react. I didn\u2019t 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.\u201d<\/p>\n

I wondered if it was her br\u00f6ther she was thinking about that morning I had spied on her fucking the dildo. He had planted the seed, that was certain.<\/p>\n

\u201cI wanted to strangle you when you came to me with the disgusting idea that I sle\u00ebp 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 sle\u00ebp with other men.\u201d She shifted in her seat, or maybe squirmed would be a more accurate description. \u201cMen with big cocks. Someone like my br\u00f6ther.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOr your actual br\u00f6ther,\u201d I interjected, taking it to the logical conclusion.<\/p>\n

She pursed her lips in the way that she does when she doesn\u2019t want to say something. \u201cI didn\u2019t think that at first, but at some point, yes.\u201d She stood and went to the kitchen.<\/p>\n

I picked up her empty juice glass and followed her. She was opening a cup of yogurt when I came in.<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t want to divorce you.\u201d She fetched a clean spoon from the dishwasher, then corrected her statement. \u201cI don\u2019t want to divorce you. But I did want to get fucked by a big cock, just to know what it would be like.\u201d Irene scooped a spoonful of vanilla yogurt into her mouth. \u201cAnd I realized that I didn\u2019t have to get divorced to have that. Your stupid idea suddenly didn\u2019t seem so stupid anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n

I noticed that I was hungry. I hadn\u2019t been able to eat anything last night while Irene was out getting laid. I peeled a banana and took a bite. \u201cSo then you just called him and said let\u2019s have sex?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019d like to think I was more subtle than that. I told him I couldn\u2019t stop thinking about the picture he \u2018accidentally\u2019 sent to me. I didn\u2019t 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\u2019t get from my sorry excuse for a husband.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s what he said about me?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t blame him. He was only saying that because of the things he\u2019d heard from me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat kind of things?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAbout how small your penis is, how you can\u2019t last more than a minute or two before you ejaculate, and how you can only make me cum with your mouth.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou…you\u2019ve been faking it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen you fuck me, yes \u2013 most of the time.\u201d She came over and kissed me on the cheek. \u201cListen, sweetheart, I\u2019m not saying these things to upset you. At this point, with everything that\u2019s happened in the past couple weeks, I decided I\u2019m done lying and hiding the truth. Not being honest with you, or myself, wasn\u2019t 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.\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u2019t holding back and smoothing things over for the sake of my ego anymore. I\u2019d opened this can of worms, so I deserved it. That didn\u2019t make it hurt any less. Nothing to do but suck it up.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo\u2026what now?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not sure,\u201d she said, licking the cum-colored yogurt from her spoon absently. \u201cI think I want to fuck my br\u00f6ther again.\u201d She nodded to herself. \u201cI definitely want to fuck him again.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, then I guess you should.\u201d I hated that my voice trembled when I\u2019d said that.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll give it a day or two, then talk to him. See where his head is at.\u201d She tossed the empty cup and rinsed the spoon. \u201cIf he\u2019s still interested in doing his big s\u00efster, then I\u2019ll go over to his place and give him my pussy to do with as he pleases.\u201d<\/p>\n

I loved hearing her talk like a filthy whore, it just sucked that she wasn\u2019t 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.<\/p>\n

Irene came to me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and pressed her body to mine. \u201cWe\u2019ve got a few minutes before the k\u00efds get home. How about a nice blowjob?\u201d Without waiting for me to answer, she sank to her knees, pulled down my boxers, and started sucking me off. I couldn\u2019t 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. <\/p>\n

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\u2019t willing to swallow for me like she did for her br\u00f6ther, but I didn\u2019t care. I\u2019d 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 sle\u00ebping with another man!<\/p>\n

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It was almost 2:00 am when Irene returned home from her visit with her br\u00f6ther 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\u2019d be doing it with.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe k\u00efds give you any trouble?\u201d 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. <\/p>\n

\u201cNone. They\u2019re asle\u00ebp.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI should hope so.\u201d She came over and kissed me on the lips, slipping her tongue into my mouth.<\/p>\n

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\u2019t. The idea that another man\u2019s cock had been in my wife\u2019s mouth \u2013 the mouth I was kissing \u2013 just an hour or so ago got me hard as nails.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou had a good time, I\u2019m guessing,\u201d I said when she sat to take off her high-heeled boots. I\u2019d never seen her wear those before, but they were definitely of the come-fuck-me variety.<\/p>\n

\u201cI feel like I\u2019m high.\u201d She giggled and shed the other boot. \u201cI suppose you want your details now?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUh huh.\u201d I moved toward the sofa.<\/p>\n

She stood. \u201cHow about we do this upstairs in bed.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, sure,\u201d I agreed, not caring one way or the other.<\/p>\n

\u201cGrab my bag for me, will you, dear?\u201d<\/p>\n

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. <\/p>\n

\u201cYou up for it?\u201d she asked, knowing full well what my answer would be.<\/p>\n

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. <\/p>\n

\u201cDo you make Chet wear one,\u201d I whined as I put it on.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t be ridiculous. He\u2019s special.\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u2019d gotten to see her posed all slutty with the light on for half a minute.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou in yet?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUh huh.\u201d Damn, her br\u00f6ther must have really stretched her out.<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, yes, there you are. Mmm, that\u2019s good.\u201d She sounded sincere, but I couldn\u2019t be sure anymore. \u201cTry to go slowly, darling, no need to rush.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cRight, no problem.\u201d I did my best to follow her advice, knowing I\u2019d need another condom or two over the one I had on to keep me from going off sooner than she would like.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe 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\u2019t. I don\u2019t know that we exactly finished the discussion before the kissing began.\u201d She pulled my head down and kissed me again. This wasn\u2019t a regular part of our lovemaking, but only because she never seemed interested before.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe 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 ch\u00efld in his arms.\u201d<\/p>\n

I slowly pulled back, then eased forward as I listened. <\/p>\n

\u201cHe undressed me and started eating my pussy right away. Chet said he\u2019d been \u2018dying to taste my cunt again.\u2019 You know how I always hated that word, but hearing it coming from him almost made me cum on the spot.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI love the taste of your cunt,\u201d I told her as I pushed into her.<\/p>\n

\u201cOscar, don\u2019t. Please.\u201d She wrapped her legs around me and tried to match my thrusts. \u201cWe 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\u2019s not just because of how big and amazing it is, but also because it\u2019s my br\u00f6ther\u2019s cock. It\u2019s so wrong, but it makes it so much more exciting.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe 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\u2019s got and knows just how to use it. He\u2019s fucked so many women with that cock, and now I\u2019m the one who gets to have it.\u201d<\/p>\n

I wasn\u2019t 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\u2019s all that mattered to me at the moment.<\/p>\n

He fucked me, and rubbed my clit, and played with my nipples all at the same time. I\u2019m not sure how, but it was incredible. My whole body just comes to life when I\u2019m under him. Why didn\u2019t you suggest all this years ago?\u201d<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe 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.\u201d <\/p>\n

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. <\/p>\n

\u201cWe 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\u2019s 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\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe know each other pretty well,\u201d I offered lamely.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, we do, sweetheart. But that seems to be more of a hindrance for us than a help.\u201d<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd that was it?\u201d I prompted.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, God, no!\u201d She laughed and set her feet back down on the bed, lifting her hips up toward me. \u201cWe 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\u2019t think it was possible for me to keep someone that excited for that long.\u201d<\/p>\n

Not only was he giving her the most awesome sex of her life, but Chet was also boosting Irene\u2019s self-esteem in ways I never could. I guess she doesn\u2019t 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.<\/p>\n

\u201cI usually need clitoral stimulation to orgasm, but with him I was able to cum from penetration alone. It\u2019s 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 br\u00f6ther does to me is like magic.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you want me to do that for you? Stick my finger in your ass?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t you dare. That\u2019s his thing. Just stick to what you\u2019re good at.\u201d<\/p>\n

What the hell was I good at? Jerking off \u2013 that was all I could think of.<\/p>\n

\u201cDid you talk about getting together again?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNext weekend. I don\u2019t know if I can wait that long. I miss his cock already.\u201d<\/p>\n

Honesty was one thing, but she really didn\u2019t have to say that while I had my cock already inside her.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ve got me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMmm, you\u2019re right. I do. He\u2019s my lover, but you\u2019re my husband. The man I share my life with. Who I share everything with.\u201d She surely meant that to sound like a good thing, but it somehow came across as ominous. \u201cFuck me, Oscar. Don\u2019t hold back, fuck my pussy as hard as you can.\u201d<\/p>\n

I wasn\u2019t about to pass up that opportunity. I was ready to go off anyway. I set my feet and started going at it. I\u2019d never had the green light to really go to town on her like this before. <\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, that\u2019s good. As hard as you can. Really fuck me. Oh! Okay! Yeah!\u201d<\/p>\n

My arms were already shaking, and my shoulders starting to ache, but I kept at it.<\/p>\n

\u201cHarder, baby. Give it everything. Fuck my cunt! Fuck me!\u201d<\/p>\n

The moment she said the word cunt I let loose. I grunted and moaned as I filled my condom.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t stop! Keep going! Keep going!\u201d<\/p>\n

I did my best to get right back at it before I started going soft. My back began to spasm, and I couldn\u2019t get enough air. The sound of my body pounding into hers was extraordinary, but I was working so hard that I wasn\u2019t able to fully enjoy it. My head started to spin.<\/p>\n

\u201cGo! Keep going! Yes! That\u2019s it! You got it! Oh! Oh! Fuuuuuck! I\u2019m cumming! I\u2019mmmmm\u2026ahhh!\u201d<\/p>\n

She bucked under me, screaming through clenched teeth. She always kept it to a soft moan when she came so the k\u00efds wouldn\u2019t hear, but she didn\u2019t seem at all worried about that. I tried to keep going until she was done, but I gave out a few seconds too soon.<\/p>\n

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, \u201cDid you fake that one?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIf you can\u2019t tell, you\u2019re worse off than I thought, dear.\u201d She kissed me lovingly on the forehead. \u201cNo, I\u2019m not that good of an actress. That was real.\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u2019s not the size of the boat, it\u2019s 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.<\/p>\n

\u201cWas it as good as with your br\u00f6ther?\u201d I regretted the question even as it was leaving my mouth.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you want me to be honest? Or should we not go there.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou can be honest.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her hand found mine in the dark and gripped. \u201cNot even close, sweetheart. If I wasn\u2019t thinking of the things I\u2019d done with Chet tonight, I don\u2019t think I would have been able to cum.\u201d She rolled toward me and planted a conciliatory kiss on my cheek. \u201cBut, between the two of you, I got a very nice orgasm out of it.\u201d<\/p>\n

I guess that was the best I could hope for. \u201cAt least that\u2019s something.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt certainly is. Now go get rid of that nasty condom and let\u2019s get to sle\u00ebp.\u201d<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

I snuggled my limp dick tight against my wife\u2019s bare ass and fell into a deep, restful sle\u00ebp.<\/p>\n

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\u201cI\u2019m going to fuck my br\u00f6ther again this Saturday,\u201d Irene mentioned casually as I cleaned up the dishes after Wednesday\u2019s dinner. She didn\u2019t have to say it like that, but I think she got a thrill out of talking that way about something so immoral.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh?\u201d I glanced into the next room to make sure the k\u00efds were sufficiently absorbed in their individual video screens to be paying any attention to us.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd you\u2019re coming along.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI am?\u201d<\/p>\n

She smiled at my mix of surprise, fear, and arousal. \u201cI\u2019ve already called the babysitter. You\u2019ll pick her up at 7:00, then come meet us at Chet\u2019s place.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, yeah. Should I get dressed up? Is there anything you want me to bring?\u201d I must have sounded like a flustered schoolboy who\u2019d just been invited to his first party with the cool k\u00efds.<\/p>\n

\u201cJust bring that adorable little cock of yours, and I\u2019ll take care of everything else.\u201d She gave me a kiss, then smacked me on the butt before heading out and leaving me to finish cleaning up on my own.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

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I picked up Sarah and brought her back to our place, then headed for Chet\u2019s apartment as fast as I could. I was so preoccupied thinking about what lay ahead that I didn\u2019t even bother perving on our hot babysitter. My dick was hard for most of the drive there, but went soft as I approached my br\u00f6ther-in-law\u2019s front door.<\/p>\n

Chet let me in, engulfing my hand in a crushing handshake. He wasn\u2019t trying to show off, that\u2019s just how he shook hands with everyone. <\/p>\n

\u201cHey, Oscar. Good to see you. Irene is in the living room.\u201d He didn\u2019t move, looking like he had something more to say. He didn\u2019t look uncomfortable, exactly, just a bit at a loss. \u201cKind of a fucked up situation we\u2019ve got here, eh?\u201d<\/p>\n

I nodded automatically, going along with what he said. \u201cYeah.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut you\u2019re cool with it, right? Sure you are.\u201d He clapped me on the shoulder. \u201cYou\u2019re a cool guy, Oscar. There\u2019s more to you than I would have guessed.\u201d Chet steered me toward the living room with his big paw still on my shoulder.<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t know if he was buttering me up, or if he meant it. There was a lot of the salesman about Irene\u2019s br\u00f6ther, but maybe he was being straight with me.<\/p>\n

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\u2019d transformed into a cock-stiffening vixen.<\/p>\n

\u201cI take it from the way your mouth is hanging open that you approve?\u201d she said with a saucy lilt to her voice and took a sip of her cocktail.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou look\u2026amazing, honey.\u201d<\/p>\n

She stood and slowly strolled across the room to the bar in the corner. Me and her br\u00f6ther 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\u2019d 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.<\/p>\n

\u201cOops,\u201d 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.<\/p>\n

\u201cDamn, Irene, if you weren\u2019t my s\u00efster I\u2019d fuck your brains out,\u201d Chet commented with a wolfish growl in his tone. \u201cOh, wait\u2026I am going to fuck your brains out.\u201d Not very clever by my reckoning, but Irene certainly seemed to enjoy his leering banter. He nudged me.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, yeah, hon, you look super hot.\u201d Okay, so I somehow couldn\u2019t even beat this lunk in the clever department. I was hopeless.<\/p>\n

\u201cThank you, sweetheart. I hope you don\u2019t mind, but the credit card bill is going to be a bit higher than usual this month.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo problem, it\u2019s worth it.\u201d The words caught in my throat some. My mouth was drying up again.<\/p>\n

\u201cEvery penny,\u201d Chet concurred and went to the bar himself.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen I spoke to my br\u00f6ther earlier this week, I let him know that I had told you about the two of us. About what we were doing.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI just about shit myself, buddy, I\u2019m not going to lie. I figured you\u2019d be on your way to the gun store as soon as you found out I was plowing your wife.\u201d He scooped some ice into a couple of tumblers.<\/p>\n

\u201cI assured him that you took it quite well, and that you understood what drove me to turn to my own br\u00f6ther for sexual comfort.\u201d<\/p>\n

Chet couldn\u2019t keep the shit-eating smirk off his face as he poured the Scotch. <\/p>\n

\u201cI also explained to him how the idea of me with another man actually turned you on \u2013 that it had been a fantasy of yours for a long while now.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIf she was my woman,\u201d he said, handing me my drink, \u201cI wouldn\u2019t share her with anyone. You\u2019re a better man than me, pardner.\u201d He clinked my glass with his, then tossed back a big gulp. <\/p>\n

I followed suit and choked on the burning jet fuel as it seared my throat. \u201cSmooth,\u201d I coughed.<\/p>\n

\u201cI filled him in on your conditions,\u201d Irene continued, graciously ignoring what an unmanly excuse for a husband I was. \u201cYou would consent to me continuing the affair with my br\u00f6ther, if you were occasionally allowed to watch.\u201d<\/p>\n

My heart leapt in my chest. It was exactly what I wanted, but hadn\u2019t 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, \u201cYes!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou are one freaky dude, my man,\u201d Chet said with a chuckle. \u201cBut if that\u2019s what it takes for my s\u00efster to let me in that sweet pussy of hers, then how could I say no? I don\u2019t mind an audience. Might be kind of fun.\u201d He clenched my shoulder again and I barely managed to suppress a wince of pain. \u201cYou\u2019re really okay with this?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSure,\u201d I squeaked, then cleared my still raw throat. \u201cSure, that all sounds okay to me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou understand, Oscar, that you\u2019re giving over complete control to me. When Chet and I let you watch us fuck, what I say goes, no questions asked. You don\u2019t do anything unless I tell you to. And I mean anything. Is that perfectly clear?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes. Perfectly.\u201d I wasn\u2019t one-hundred percent clear on what I was agreeing to, but I knew I\u2019d agree to anything to make this a reality.<\/p>\n

\u201cLet\u2019s find out.\u201d She licked her ruby red lips suggestively. \u201cTake off your clothes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHuh?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cStrip.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cRight here? Now?\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u2019d probably kill me with one swift backhand.<\/p>\n

I unbuttoned my shirt. They watched quietly while I undressed down to nothing. <\/p>\n

\u201cWell, howdy, s*s, you weren\u2019t lying. This fella of yours is hung like a six year old.\u201d He stepped over to me and juggled my junk in one of his meaty paws. The guy was so confident that he didn\u2019t even think twice about handling another man\u2019s dick and balls. \u201cI\u2019m impressed.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHuh?\u201d This seemed to be my new favorite word.<\/p>\n

\u201cEven 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.\u201d He saluted me with his drink and polished it off.<\/p>\n

\u201cSize does matter,\u201d Irene said, beckoning her br\u00f6ther to join her on the sofa, \u201cbut it\u2019s 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.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t have relationships, baby doll. I have women I fuck, and women I don\u2019t fuck.\u201d He sat down and I watched my wife snuggle up to him, one hand gripping a thick bicep, the other settling on his crotch. \u201cSimple as that.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo now I\u2019m just a woman you fuck?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCount your blessings, little lady.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re terrible.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLet\u2019s see if you\u2019re still saying that ten minutes from now.\u201d 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. <\/p>\n

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 br\u00f6ther, 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\u2019t know what I was scared of, and the scene playing out before me was keeping me for thinking clearly enough to puzzle it out.<\/p>\n

I reached for my dick.<\/p>\n

\u201cAh, ah!\u201d Irene scolded. \u201cGet your hand off that little pecker. You don\u2019t do anything unless I tell you to do it. Remember?\u201d<\/p>\n

I nodded, chastened. I guess I hadn\u2019t fully understood. I let my hand fall to my side and looked on.<\/p>\n

\u201cIs my big s\u00efster in the mood to suck a big cock?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhip it out, stud, and find out for yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u2019t do that hog justice. Seeing it in my wife\u2019s 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\u2019t always fair, but come on!<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

It was right about then that she looked toward me. She still had her br\u00f6ther\u2019s 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.<\/p>\n

Chet was leaned back, eyes closed. He put his hand on the back of his s\u00efster\u2019s 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.<\/p>\n

I was dying to grab myself and beat off to the most erotic sight I\u2019d ever seen. My leather-clad wife was passionately working the biggest cock I\u2019d 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\u2019t 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.<\/p>\n

My br\u00f6ther-in-law added his moans to Irene\u2019s. \u201cYou want my load in your mouth, or you want to save it for you pussy?\u201d<\/p>\n

She popped up long enough to say, \u201cCan I get both tonight?\u201d <\/p>\n

\u201cIf you were anyone else, I\u2019d say no. But, since you\u2019re the only woman lately who\u2019s been able to get me off more than once in a night, I\u2019ll say it\u2019s all up to you, s*s.\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u2019t 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. <\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, yeah! Here it comes, baby!\u201d Chet held my wife\u2019s head and fucked himself up into her. She gagged, but stayed on him. \u201cAaaahhhrrrrr!\u201d It was the sound I imagined Tarzan would make when he came.<\/p>\n

Seconds later, streams of semen came pouring down from where Irene\u2019s 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 br\u00f6ther\u2019s seed. My wife then went for more.<\/p>\n

She began licking up what had spilled out, starting with his clean shaven scrotum. She licked, and sucked, and slurped everywhere until there wasn\u2019t 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.<\/p>\n

Irene sat up, dabbing the corners of her mouth primly. One of her boobs had come out of her black leather bra. She didn\u2019t bother to tuck it away. \u201cHow was that?\u201d she asked her br\u00f6ther.<\/p>\n

Chet pulled her in and kissed her on the lips, then turned to me. \u201cI don\u2019t know where your wife learned to suck a cock like that, but I\u2019d put her up against a stack of porn stars any day.\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u2019t take much skill when it came to me. I suspected that not every woman would know how to handle Chet\u2019s equipment. I wasn\u2019t sure if I should be proud of her or concerned.<\/p>\n

\u201cTake me to the bedroom, stud. I need that talented tongue of yours in my cunt.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDamn, girl, you kiss your mama with that mouth?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, just my little br\u00f6ther.\u201d This was followed by more kissing of the French variety. <\/p>\n

My dick was starting to wilt. Not because what I was seeing wasn\u2019t incredibly hot, but I was feeling increasingly impotent given all that was going on.<\/p>\n

Chet stood, lifting his s\u00efster 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.<\/p>\n

I was tempted to follow, but Irene hadn\u2019t told me I could. Maybe this is what made me so worthless in the sack. I didn\u2019t 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\u2019s br\u00f6ther, as her lover. I\u2019d never thought of myself in those terms. She probably hadn\u2019t either. There was another squeal and I wondered what wonderfully nasty thing he was doing to her now.<\/p>\n

This was stupid. I should just march right in there and let them know I wasn\u2019t 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?<\/p>\n

Irene moaned loudly. \u201cSuck that pussy, you bad boy!\u201d <\/p>\n

March right in there, I told myself. Show them that I can\u2019t be pushed around. <\/p>\n

\u201cEat it, Chet! Eat your s\u00efster\u2019s horny fucking pussy!\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u2019s what I should do. <\/p>\n

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\u2019t I be? I was a grown man for fuck sake. Before I could do anything, I heard my wife\u2019s cries building to a crescendo.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, fuck, yes! Eat that cunt, you bastard! I\u2019m going to cum! Oh, ah, ah, aaaah, I\u2019m cumming! Yeeees!\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u2019t match, but I still resented him for it. Irene was having a great time, that\u2019s the only thing I should care about. It wasn\u2019t about Chet, or so much about me. I wanted this for the woman I loved.<\/p>\n

She appeared soon after I\u2019d 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. <\/p>\n

\u201cWhat a good little boy you\u2019ve been,\u201d she said in voluptuous tones. She strode toward me on her stripper heels, which made her about an inch taller than me. \u201cSo well behaved.\u201d Irene gave my dick and balls a twiddle, much as her br\u00f6ther had earlier. \u201cYou enjoying your fantasy so far?\u201d<\/p>\n

It took me a moment to find my voice. \u201cUm\u2026yes\u2026I am. Very much. How about you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTo tell you the truth, I wasn\u2019t sure I liked the idea of having you here while I played with my br\u00f6ther.\u201d She walked around behind me and spanked my ass when she got there. \u201cBut I\u2019m 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.\u201d She kissed me on the neck, then bit my earlobe, giving it a playful yet painful tug. \u201cNow, if you\u2019ll excuse me, I\u2019m going back in there and get fucked by the biggest cock I\u2019ve ever seen.\u201d<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

Irene turned just before she was out of sight. \u201cWell? Are you coming?\u201d<\/p>\n

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