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My Brother's Wife

By: DG Hear



Let's talk about life. We spend all our early years being taken care of. Then, we hit our pre-teens and decide we should have more freedom than our younger siblings. We argue more with our parents about giving us a little space. We reach our teen years and now we think we know it all. Isn't it odd how we thought we knew it all but everyday something we didn't know happens?

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"More freedom, Mom!" we say. "I want my own bedroom, even if it's in the basement. I need my privacy, and of course my own phone." 

My parents let me make a bedroom in the basement and even put in an extension phone for me. I remember them saying, "You can have your own phone line when you get a job and pay for it yourself."

Now I wanted a car. My friends had their own car and I had to drive my parents' old clunker. I had a brother two years older than me and he got to drive the newer car or at times share my clunker. It was almost embarrassing. My parents always said the same thing. "When you grow up and get a job, you can buy your own car. Until then, either drive the old Ford or nothing at all."

I couldn't wait to get out on my own. Freedom, no curfews, I could have all my friends over. Party time, all night long, yes, that would be the life. Only a couple of years away, and I would be on my own, living the good life. No more being told what to do.

Eventually that time came. My big brother was off at college on a football scholarship. I played football too, but wasn't good enough for a scholarship. I didn't want to go to college anyway. I liked working with my hands and besides, I wanted out on my own. For that, I needed employment. In high school I took auto mechanics so I could become a grease monkey. I was the top in my class at fixing cars. 

I even got a job in one of the local garages while I was still in school. No matter what it is, I found out that if you're good at it and enjoy doing it, you can make a good living at it. By the time I was twenty one, I opened my own garage and had an apartment above it. I was on my way to my own life, where I had the freedom to do what I chose. I am getting a little ahead of myself here. I need to tell you a little about my sex life and how it began.

I still lived at home. I couldn't afford to be on my own yet. I do have to say the old clunker had a nice back seat. There was a lot of sex that took place on that back seat. The front seat had its share of asses on it too. Good times, good memories, I had them both. At the same time, I was able to save up some bucks and get out on my own. My parents were proud of me and my accomplishments. I was able to do it all in just a few years.

As I worked at the garage, I came across a number of both women and girls. They came to get their cars repaired and we were a full service shop. We gave a lot of the girls the full service. Damn, there were some fine looking women who came in to get their cars repaired. There were four of us guys that worked at the garage. I was the new kid on the block, also the youngest, so a lot of gals wanted to meet the new kid, me.

I was pretty clumsy in the beginning. I thought you just put it in, come, then pull it out. One of the older women told me to go read some of the erotic stories on line and learn what a woman really wants. Then she told me to apply the knowledge that I had learned. She did tell me that I had to look for the right kind of stories. The 'How to' type, because there was a lot of crap out there too. If I tried any of that stuff with the women, I would never get a repeat performance with the ladies.

I learned a lot about pleasuring a woman. I became a somewhat wanted entity. I never hurt for dates. By the time I finally got my apartment above my garage, I had company a few times a week. I could have had more but after a while, I needed my rest. I was not a wham, bam, thank you, ma'am sort of guy. I didn't just fuck them. I made love to them, all of them. In my mind I loved every woman at the time I was having sex with them. I made myself think that way; I always put the woman's needs first. By pleasing them, I pleased myself. The way most women talked, there weren't many guys like me around.

I did fall in love with one girl. I have to tell you the story about how we met and all the problems that arose from it.

When I was twenty years old, I went to see my brother at college. I went up to his room and his door was open. We were just talking when he had to go to the can. I had my back to the door and a pair of arms reached around me and I felt a pair of tits pushing into my back. Then a hand slipped down and grabbed my crotch.

I have to tell you that my brother Dan and I are close to the same height and similar builds. We both have a kind of dark blond hair. From behind we can easily be mistaken.

"Hi, Honey, can I have this?" The female voice spoke, as she grabbed my crotch.

When I turned around I saw the most beautiful girl I had ever laid my eyes on. She was a petite blonde with what appeared to be a perfect shape. "Honey, you can have me any time you want. All you have to do is tell me when," I replied.

"Oh, my God, you're not Dan. I'm so sorry. God, what must you think of me. I'm so sorry."

Right then Dan came out of the bathroom. "What's the matter, Honey? Did you meet my little brother David?"

"I thought it was you, Dan. From behind you two look so much alike." "I'm sorry, David, I feel so stupid."

"Calm down..." I started to say, but I didn't even know her name.

"It's Lisa. My name is Lisa."

"Well, Lisa, you are the prettiest girl I've ever met. You're welcome to hug me any time. In fact, why don't you just marry me and let me take you away from this boring college life?" I said.

"Hold on there, David. That's my girlfriend. Quit trying to make a pass at her," he laughed.

"Lisa, if you ever get tired of my big brother, then just look me up," I replied.

I didn't realize it at the time, but after that day, I found myself constantly comparing all my lady friends to Lisa. I enjoyed all my dates, but none could ever match up to my brother's girlfriend, soon to be wife.

They - Dan and Lisa - were married about a year later. Dan got a degree in Business Management, and got a job in one of the bigger factories in our area. He started out as a shift supervisor and after a couple of years worked up in the offices. They now had one child. A beautiful little girl they called Dee Dee. She was now going on three.

At all family functions I found myself always staring at Lisa. I always had a different date for whatever special occasion it was. I was dating a woman by the name of Nina the most. We had a lot of the same interests and the sex with her was great. We often went out with Dan and Lisa, also Linda and Mark. Linda was Lisa's best friend. They said they were best friends from grade school and didn't keep secrets from each other. Of course by them being best friends, that made Mark and Dan good friends also.

Linda and Mark had two kids, two little girls, ages four and three - well actually they were a year and a half apart. Linda was a lot different in appearance than Lisa, but was beautiful in her own right. She was a brunette with hair down to her shoulders. Hazel eyes and beautiful dimples. She was heavier than Lisa, but not really chunky. She had some nice big boobs and a bigger fanny. I often thought about what she would be like in bed also. It was just my second nature. I was a single young man with raging hormones and loved sex.

I would often joke with both Lisa and Linda about getting in their pants. Actually we joked about everything. I had to joke to cover how I really felt about my brother's wife. Every time I hugged her I thought about what a lucky guy my brother was. I never kissed her on the lips. I didn't want to take that chance of the feelings I would give away.

For both couples I was the handyman. Whenever something needed fixed or put together, they always came to me. I always tried to be the nice guy, the good Samaritan. My best sexual adventures always came after leaving these ladies' houses. I guess I had to take my sexual urges out on someone. Either Nina or one of my other girlfriends would get some really good sex.

Dan, as I mentioned, worked in the office, and Mark was a truck driver. So, when something needed fixing, they called David; that's me.

I was having a good life, but it also hurt, not having the woman I cared for. If it was anyone else instead of my brother, I would fight for Lisa. I really cared for her that much. Maybe not being able to have her was part of the wanting. We all want what we can't have. Well, at least most of us. I'm far from a saint and would have gone after Linda for a one time love making session, but the price was too high to pay. I would lose my friendship with both Lisa and Mark. My brother would probably be pissed at me too. Mark really wasn't one of my favorite people. He was loud and sometimes overly obnoxious. I could take him for just so long and then I had to leave. So, you can see that my problem wasn't having enough sex. It was making love to the woman I really cared for.

I like to go to Dan and Lisa's pool parties – yes, they had a pool and I often saw both Lisa and Linda in their two piece bathing suits. It was awfully hard not staring at them. I usually had to bring a woman with me so I could knock off a hunk when necessary. Oh, I'm sorry, for those that don't understand my language, 'knocking off a hunk' means getting laid, or having sex. Anyway, at one of the pool parties, I was getting something from the kitchen and overheard Lisa talking to my date, Nina, just outside the kitchen window.

"Are you and David serious about each other?" asked Lisa.

"We are really good friends, but I don't think there is a future for us," replied Nina.

"Why not? He seems to prefer you over most of his dates. I know he cares for you. He's even told me so."

"The operative words here are, 'Care for' because he loves another. I know he likes me a lot and we are good together. It's why I always go with him when he invites me."

"I missed something here. Who does he love? My God, girl, you aren't exactly fodder bait. You are a beautiful woman with a personality to match. Any man would be happy to be with you," said Lisa.

"Lisa, thank you. Don't you ever tell David what I'm about to tell you. He has always been in love with you. He tries to hide it but I can see right through it when he's around you. Lucky for Dan that he's David's brother, or there might have been a fight over you. As for me, I really care about David. Knowing he doesn't love me is fine. I'm with him for the sex too. He's the kindest and most sexual man I know. When we have sex, I know during all the sex acts that he loves me, but after we are done, we are both back into the real world."

"Nina, you do mean he loves me like a sister, right?

"Quit being so naive, Lisa. He loves you like a woman and compares his feelings for you with all other women. That is probably why he'll never marry, unless you have a twin sister."

"God, Nina, I knew he liked me but I never knew how much. I do love him too, but he's my husband's brother. Thank you for telling me. I promise I will never mention it to him. Maybe I better not flirt with him as much either. We get carried away once in a while. I hope you find Mr. Right too, Nina. You really are an exceptional catch. David must be blind not to see it in you."

"He sees it in me, and I see it in him. We're just really good friends. I do date others also, but I'm not going to get into that right now," replied Nina.

I came walking out the door and saw Lisa and Nina standing there. I smiled. I wanted to lighten things after what I heard.

"How are two of my favorite women doing. Damn, what bodies you two have. Nina, want to do it in the pool?" 

They both hit me and reminded me that there were kids present; we all laughed. I went over and jumped in. I had talked to Nina many times and we were good with our present relationship. What she didn't tell Lisa was she had a boyfriend. It was getting serious but we just had this thing between us. It was going to go on till one of us got married. We both agreed that it would stop then.

Nina and I went to her apartment after the party and made love. She was right when she said love. I always made love to my women. Nina, was just as loving in returning her affections during our love making. If I didn't feel the way I did about a certain woman I couldn't have, I would have probably hooked up with Nina. She will always remain my long time friend.

Chapter 2

Mark, Dan and I belonged to a bowling team. We would go bowling and then to the Elks, or Moose and have a couple of beers. This week wasn't much different except, after the bowling, Mark suggested going to a new Gentlemen's Club that had opened up on the other side of town. I had no problem with that, knowing these clubs had near naked dancers and some of the places allowed a little touchy feely with the girls.

We went in and a dancer by the name of Melinda was giving us sort of a private dance. She was down to a push-up bra and damn near see through panties. We all were getting hard-ons. Melinda saw our condition and offered blow jobs for fifty bucks each. I never paid for sex in my life. Mark and Dan both made fun of me, telling me how cheap I was. They both handed Melinda fifty bucks and laughed at me. So, I went along and gave her fifty from me. We all went into another room which was used for such purposes.

I looked over at Dan and Mark and asked them how they could do this to their wives. I really had no idea what got into them. They both had wives who were knock-outs. Yet, here they were paying to get sucked. I thought about Lisa and it kind of pissed me off that my own brother was doing this to her. 

Dan looked over at me. "Hey, Bro, it's just a fucking blowjob. Nobody's going to get hurt. Lisa will never know."

"Yeah, lighten up a little. You fuck a lot of different women. Dan and I are married so it feels good to get a little strange now and then," replied Mark.

"Okay, guys, it's just that if I ever get married I hope my wife doesn't feel the way you two do," I said.

I couldn't believe that we all paid fifty bucks for the blowjob, I really couldn't. It lasted for about three minutes. Melinda made a damn good wage tonight. Don't get me wrong here. I'm not cheap; I just can't see paying for it. Hell, I'd take Melinda out and spend three hundred bucks on her and fuck her all night. I'd make love to her, but to give her fifty bucks to suck my cock just seemed stupid.

This all happened on a Friday night. I had to work on Saturday and repair a few cars. I probably worked two hours to get back the money I gave Melinda for the suck job. It just seemed so stupid. As far as Dan and Mark go, they could have gone home and got a hell of a lot better. I know that's what I would have done if I was married to either of their wives, especially Lisa.

On Sunday morning I got a call from Lisa. She asked me if I wanted to come over for lunch and maybe a swim.

"I can't pass up a free meal and a look at my favorite girl in her bathing suit," I said. 

I was still trying to act and talk the same around her. She would wonder if I acted differently. She knew how I felt about her and tried to act the same also.

I showed up around one o'clock and went to the back yard where the pool was. They had an eight foot privacy fence around it to keep people from seeing in the pool. I opened the gate and saw Lisa bent over picking a towel up from the deck. I almost got a hard-on looking at her. She glanced around and looked at me. I knew I had to say something.

"What I wouldn't give to get a hunk of that ass," I smiled.

"What would you give to get a hunk of my ass, David?" she asked.

"Everything I own," I responded.

"Sold, now pay up and it's all yours for today," she replied.

She wasn't kidding. I could feel the tension. Something was wrong. "What's the matter, Lisa? Where's Dan and Dee?" I asked, as I looked at her face.

"They're at your mother's for the next couple of hours. I called you over to talk to you about something very personal. Dan doesn't even know you're here. Dan cheated on me and I'm going to get even," she told me. 

"He got a fucking blowjob the other night as well as you and Mark. You're not married so that's your business. I'm going to get even. You paid fifty dollars for the blowjob. Would you give five hundred to fuck me?" Hmmm! I wondered, how does she know about this?

"You can't be serious, Lisa. The blowjob was nothing. Dan won't do it again. You surely aren't going after revenge, are you?"

"David, I gave it a lot of thought. I'm a total mess inside. I have never had sex with another man, only Dan. Now, I'm not enough for him. I'm sorry, I have to get revenge. I have to get even. Am I worth the five hundred or not?"

"My God, Lisa, please think about this. Your marriage, your family, all will be put in jeopardy."

"Dan is the one who put our lives in jeopardy. I'm just getting even. Am I worth the five hundred to you or should I go find a stranger to do it for me?"

"I don't understand the money. You're worth a lot more than that to me. I don't understand."

"I'm not giving myself to anyone. I'm going to whore myself out just the one time. In my mind I see it differently. Not just giving myself like Dan did. Do you want me or am I going elsewhere?"

I was almost in tears. The woman I loved, my brother's wife, was going to whore herself out for revenge. Damn my brother! I told him not to do it. I can't let her go to another man, not the woman I love.

"Lisa, you know I've always loved you. I'll give you the money to save your marriage. But, I won't just fuck you. I need to make love to you. I've always wanted to make love to you."

"Just so you know, David, it will just be the one time. If Dan cheats on me again, I'll divorce him. I'm ready now, David. Pay me and then take advantage of me."

"Lisa, all I have on me is two hundred. Is my credit good for the balance?" We actually both laughed. It wasn't to be funny but it did break the ice.

"Your credit is good with me. Let's get in the pool and start from there if you don't mind."

I took off my shorts and tee shirt. I had my swimsuit on underneath. Lisa slipped into the water with me right behind her. I couldn't believe what was about to happen. I was going to make love to the woman of my dream, my brother's wife.

After getting in the water she came up to me and we kissed. I mean we really kissed. This is the first time since I met her that we kissed like this. Mouths slightly open, first light pressing of our lips, then a little more pressure until we were kissing like two lovers in need of one another. We were splashing water all over our bodies. I pulled her to me and kissed her more.

"I want to eat your pussy before I fuck you. I want you so bad."

"You don't need to ask, David, just take me anyway you want."

I picked her body up and set her on the edge of the pool. God, she was so beautiful. She lifted up her butt while I removed her bottoms. She was so gorgeous and glistening from the water. She spread her legs and I looked at the sweetest looking pussy. A blond muff, nicely trimmed, and pink labia lips that I was about to suck on. I put my mouth to her pussy and started eating her out. First gently, then harder and harder burying my face into her pussy. Spreading her labia with my fingers so I could get my tongue further into her.

"David, David, it feels so good. I'm going to come, baby, I'm going to come." Come she did, filling my face with her love juices. Holding herself up with one hand while with the other she kept pulling my face into her wet valley. She screamed out in orgasm, "ahhhhh."



My Brother's Wife



When her pussy stopped having spasms, I pulled her back into the pool. I washed her juices off my face and started kissing her again.

"I'm ready for you to fuck me, David. If you give it to me right now, you can forget about the rest of the money. I just want to feel you in me right now."

I pushed her to the side of the pool with her back against the side. I pulled my cock out and buried it deep within her pussy. She wrapped her legs around me as I pushed my cock as deep in her as possible.

"Nina was right, David. She told me you were the best and as far as I'm concerned you are. Your brother is good but there is something special about the way you make love to me," she said, as she kissed and fucked me at the same time.

"I love you, Lisa. I always have and always will. My brother's a fucking fool to cheat on such a wonderful woman. I know this is only going to happen this one time, so I want to give you the best I can."

I pulled out of her and we got out of the pool and I sat on their chaise lounge. She straddled me and grabbed hold of my cock and guided it into her pussy. She started up and down motions as my cock glistened with her juices. I reached up and pulled her bra top off and very lightly touched her breasts. 

"Go ahead and squeeze them gently," she said.

I massaged her nipples while she rode my cock. I was about ready to explode.

"I'm going to come, Lisa. Do you want me to pull out or fill your pussy with my sperm?"

"Give it to me, David. Shoot your load as deep as you want. Oh, my God, I feel it shooting up into me. It feels so hot, so good, give it to me, honey, give it to me. I'm coming again, David."

She pressed down hard as I was shooting my load deep into her. She was screaming while we were rubbing pelvis against pelvis. She came and I closed my eyes and felt her spasms. She was the greatest fuck I have ever had. I knew it was because of my love for her. Real love makes all the difference. As soon as we both came, she climbed off of me and held her suit against her pussy and ran into the house. I put my swim trunks back on and jumped into the pool to cool off. Lisa came out a few minutes later in a different suit.

She jumped in the pool to get rinsed off also. I asked her how she found out about the blowjobs but she wouldn't tell me. She told me to ask Linda the next time I saw her. She even knew I was against it but went along with the other guys. She also knew I told them they should go home to their wives. She knew it all.

"David, thank you. I would have gone looking for someone to cheat with, but I wanted you. You see, I have strong feelings for you too and not just because you're my brother. I just don't follow those feelings because I do love your brother and he is my husband. I'm glad we got together this one time. I'll always cherish the memory, but it mustn't and will not ever happen again. I think I got my revenge and am going to tell Dan that next time I will divorce him."

"You're not going to tell him about us, are you?"

"No, not about us but I have to let him know what the consequences of cheating on me is." 

"I better be going. I wish I could stay and have you a couple more times but then I'll never want to leave you. I really do love you, Lisa. I just needed to tell you." We kissed one more sensuous kiss and I left for the garage and my apartment.

On Monday evening I got a call from Dan saying he needed to see me right away. I headed over to the Elks Lodge where we both belonged and I ordered a beer. Dan had two double shots of whiskey in front of him along with a beer. I was worried that he found out about me and Lisa. 

"David!" He said, "I fucking made the biggest mistake of my life. I got that fucking stupid blowjob and Lisa found out. Or at least she might have, I'm not sure."

"What exactly did she say, Dan?"

"Well, she found that stupid card that girl gave us after the blow job - you know, her card that says she does parties and what not. She gave us all one. Lisa found it in my shirt pocket. I told her we went there and had a couple of beers and the girl gave us her card. 

"She looked at me like she didn't believe me and said, 'Dan, if I find out you cheated on me, I'm going to find some guy and let him fuck me. I will get even. I might even make a couple of hundred bucks for selling it.' I don't know what to do, David. I love her so much. It was such a fucking stupid thing to do."

"Maybe she doesn't know, maybe she believed you."

"Today, after work I came home and there was two hundred dollars on the end table. I went in the kitchen where she was standing as beautiful as ever and she said, 'Dan, I forgot to mention it to you but if you cheat on me a second time, I will divorce you.' Do you think she knows, David?"

"Dan, I think she is working on your emotions. Treat her like gold. Make love to her everyday or whenever you can get it up. Show her you love her. I think she will like the added attention. But, most of all, don't fuck around on her. She probably planted the money to let you know she's serious. Don't give her any reason to doubt you."

"Thanks, David, I think you may be right. I checked with the neighbors and Lisa didn't even leave the house today and no strange cars in the driveway. From now on I'm going to be Mr. Dad and Mr. Lover, all rolled into one. I'll never make that mistake again. Damn, every guy needs a brother like you, even if you are younger," he smiled.

Boy, I wish he wouldn't have made that last remark. Even though I loved Lisa, I wasn't proud of what I did. After all, he is my brother, but again, I might have saved his marriage.

On Wednesday near closing time I was under a car fixing a muffler. I glanced over to the side and saw a sexy pair of legs. I knew who they belonged to the minute I saw them.

'Hi, Linda, nice legs. Do they go all the way up to your ass?" I laughed.

"Come out from your hiding place and find out." She laughed also.

I rolled out from under the car and found myself staring up Linda's skirt. "Yep! All the way up, just like I thought." I said. "What can I do for you, pretty lady?"

"Make love to me like you did Lisa."

"What? You're kidding. What did Lisa tell you?"

"Everything. We're best friends and tell each other everything. Don't worry, your secret is safe with me. I just want to get even with Mark for being such a prick. We have two kids and he's out fucking around. I love him, David, I really do, but I'm not going to let him do this to me. I know you love Lisa, that's not anything new. I want you to make love with me. For what it's worth, it's a buy one get one free special. You bought Lisa, so you get me free." She smiled.

"To be honest with you, Linda, I always wanted in your pants. The only reason I never tried was because of your friendship to Dan and Lisa. I would be glad to make love with you as soon as I finish this muffler job. It will be about twenty minutes and then I'll need to clean up. You can go up in my apartment and I'll be up shortly, if you don't mind. Try not and look at how dirty my place is. I don't have a woman around to make me clean it."

Linda went up to my apartment. When I got upstairs she had straightened the place up. As I was getting a shower she changed my sheets. She laughed at the way I kept my apartment. She got a couple of beers out of the fridge and handed me one when I came out of the shower. All I had on was a towel wrapped around me.

Linda had stripped down to her bra and panties and was sitting on the bed right in the middle. I set our beers down and asked her to lay down. I dropped my towel and laid next to her on my side.

"David, before we start I need to tell you that, unlike Lisa, I've been with a few guys other than Mark. No one since Mark and I have been married. He isn't a good lover. He pretty much jumps on, does his thing and jumps off. Will you do more than that for me?"

"Linda, I'm going to make love to every inch of your body. I'm here to please you. If there is something you want, just ask."

I reached over and kissed her lips. I worked my way down to her neck and then back to her lips. She was a hot sensuous woman. She was kissing back as hard as she was being kissed. Our lips were wet as we kept kissing. She had on a bra with a front clasp. I undid it and let her breasts breathe. They were beautiful, forty DD is what she told me. I leaned over and took her nipple into my mouth and felt it grow. I did the same with her other breast, sucking on the nipple. I then squeezed them lightly. I made love to them.

After rubbing and kissing her belly I got down between her legs to see her pussy. She had what I always called a plump pussy. It feels great to squeeze the two plump pods on either side of her opening. I would then spread those plump pods and bury my face in her pussy. Kissing, licking, using my tongue. Doing whatever it takes to get her off. I felt her first orgasm coming and let her squirt against my face. Tasting of her juices as she came. I climbed up to bury my cock in her. I asked her if she wanted me to wear a condom and she said no.

I pushed my cock into her plump pussy. It felt so good. Linda was below me bucking up and down like there was no tomorrow. I picked up her legs and pushed them almost to her chest so I could see my cock going in and out of my so called friend's wife. He's an obnoxious moron, but he is my brothers friend. I felt the plump folds of her pussy squeezing against my cock. I wasn't far from coming.

I pulled out my cock and had her turn over and took her from behind, her ass sticking up as I buried my cock deep into her pussy. Oh, it was as good as I had always thought it would be. I pushed in as far as I could possibly go and held her by the hips. She kept moving from side to side as we both came and I shot my load as deep as possible. All the while she was screaming out how good it felt.

We rested for a few minutes and had another beer. After resting I laid on my back while she rode my cock. It took longer for me to get the second orgasm. She rode me right to the finish line and came a third time herself. I watched as her juices flowed down my cock and onto my pelvis. 

After we had finished, she took a shower and thanked me. I couldn't believe that a woman this nice would thank me for fucking her. Mark was one stupid son-of-a-bitch for not taking better care of his woman. She was one fine horny woman. Dan and Mark's mistake lead to a couple of the finest fucks I have ever had. Two completely different women; two completely different fucks, but both great.

On Friday we had our regular bowling night. The women and kids came to the bowling alley that night. After bowling we all went out for pizza. Lisa and Linda both joked and smiled at me like they always did and acted pretty normal. It was hard for me. Whenever I saw either of them, I would remember the time I spent with each of them. I did want to ask Lisa why she told Linda but never got up the nerve. The girls must have thought about me because they brought Nina along. It didn't feel quite as awkward with her there. Besides, I knew the evening would end in a lovemaking session.

Chapter 3

Things seemed pretty much back to normal the following week. I didn't go over to Dan and Lisa's as often because the situation still made me feel uncomfortable. Dan came by one evening after I closed the garage and we went and had a couple of beers. He told me things were great at home. He and Lisa made love more often and she never mentioned cheating or divorce again. He said that once again he had his loving wife and marriage back intact. He would never take a chance like that again. I was happy for him but knew I would hurt inside for Lisa.

The following Friday, Dan, Mark and I went bowling. The girls didn't come by so we thought we would go out for a few beers. Mark was driving and drove to the Gentlemen's Club again. Dan and I didn't want to say anything because we didn't want to stir the pot. Besides we could have a couple of beers and then go home.

Melinda came over to the side of the stage where we were sitting and began dancing. She was a good dancer. When she asked if we wanted a private dance, Dan quickly said, "No, thank you." 

I said, "None for me tonight, maybe another time."

Mark called her over and asked how much for a fuck. She told him a hundred dollars and he had to wear a condom. He jumped up and told us he would see us in a little bit. I couldn't believe he would do this again after getting caught by Linda. Maybe she never told him. I wondered why.

The bartender brought us each another beer and told us it was on the house while we were waiting. We watched another girl dance until Mark came back grinning. I couldn't believe him. He had better at home for free, waiting for him. What a numb nut. He deserved the revenge that Linda gave him. I wondered if she would find out again.

Mark dropped Dan off at home and I had left my car there so I got out there too. We said our goodbyes to Mark and Dan invited me in for a beer. I went in to have one beer with him. I figured Lisa might already be in bed. Dan and I were sitting in the living room talking when Lisa came into the room. She had on a baby doll pajama set with a nearly see through matching robe on with it. She looked gorgeous.

Dan said, "Hi, Honey, we stopped at the gentlemen's club and had a few beers. Mark was driving and that's where he drove to."

"Were you a good boy, honey?" she asked.

"I'm always good, Honey. Ask my little brother, he'll tell you. I knew who I was coming home to, so watching the dancers made me a little friskier for you."

I spoke up. "He wouldn't lie to you, Lisa. I better go on home. I don't think I want to watch the two of you getting frisky."

The last thing I would want is watching another man taking Lisa, even if it is her husband and my brother. I headed for home. I could use a good night's sleep after all the beer I drank. Besides, I had to get up early and work in the garage. I usually stayed open for a half day on Saturdays unless someone made an appointment.

About noon on Saturday the phone rang. It was Linda.

"David, I need to see you. Will you be home tonight? Mark has a run and won't be home till Monday. My mother asked if she could have the kids tonight, so I'm all alone."

I loved fucking her the last time, but I thought it was only going to be a one time thing. I invited her over; I was interested in finding out what she said to Mark. I didn't want to be the one to come between their marriage. I cleaned up and straightened the house a little and put fresh sheets on the bed. I went to the store and bought a few beers and a couple of wine coolers for Linda. I knew she liked them.

When she showed up I handed her a wine cooler. She was dressed in shorts and a nice blouse. I asked her, "Linda, why are you here? I thought our lovemaking was going to be a one time thing."

"It was supposed to be. You made love to me like no other man has. I never confronted Mark about his cheating because I wanted to see if he would do it again. I know he fucked that bimbo Friday night. I decided to ask you to make love to me one more time before confronting Mark."

"I enjoy making love with you, Linda. You're a special friend to me and I don't want to destroy our friendship or your marriage. Also, I need for you to tell me how you know what goes on at the Gentlemen's Club. I think you should tell Mark also when you confront him."

She told me how she got her information and asked for another wine cooler. We then proceeded to the bedroom. She smiled when she saw the clean sheets. She really was a special friend to me, a very special friend after our last encounter together. I had three special women in my life. Two were married and the other had a boyfriend other than me. I wondered where I would be ten years from now.

Linda stripped down to her bra and panties and climbed on the bed. She looked sexy as hell. I got on the bed with her and we pretty much had a repeat performance of the last time. I did grab hold of her plump pussy and squeezed hard till she moaned. I then slipped in two fingers and finger fucked her to an orgasm. The only other thing we did that was new is her giving me a blowjob. She was great at it. I couldn't believe that Mark paid for one when his wife was twice as good. Linda did spend the night and we made love one more time in the morning before she left. The last thing she said to me before leaving was that she loved her husband and would have never cheated on him if he wouldn't have cheated first.

On the following Wednesday, I got a call from Mark. I could count on one hand the number of times that Mark has called me, so this call really bothered me.

"David, could you meet me at the Moose Club tonight. There is something I have to discuss with you. It's very important and very personal. Can you meet me around seven?"

Holy shit, what could he want to talk to me about. Important and personal, he sounded distraught but not really mad. I agreed to meet him. I wasn't afraid of him but I was hoping this wasn't going to be confrontational. I got there about five minutes late and found Mark by himself over in a booth, away from everyone.

"Hi, David, thanks for coming. Please sit down; I have something I need to discuss with you."

"Sure, Mark, no problem. You seem nervous. What's this about?"

"Linda knows I cheated on her both times at the club."

I interrupted Mark, "What's that got to do with me? I'm not even married."

"Please David, I'll get to that. I have to tell you everything else first. She told me that the new bartender at the club is also the owner. It's her cousin from Kentucky. He owns three clubs, two in Ohio and one in Kentucky. I thought he looked familiar but didn't really recognize him. He was at our wedding years ago. Linda called the club after finding Melinda's card in my shirt pocket. She then went over to the club and saw her cousin. He told her he had seen the three of us and what we did. He promised her he would let her know if we came back but only if we did anything sexual. Well, you know I fucked that silly cunt."

We stopped for a couple of minutes and ordered a couple of more beers.

Mark continued, "When I got back from the road trip Monday, Linda confronted me with the facts, so I couldn't deny it. We both knew it was true. Linda asked for a divorce. I broke down and cried like a big baby. I love her, she's my life. I can't live without her." He started crying at the table. I actually felt sorry for him. This wasn't the arrogant Mark; it was a man afraid of losing his family.

"What can I do, Mark? Linda isn't going to listen to me. I can't even lie for you if she knows the truth."

"I want you to fuck Linda, Mark."

"What? Are you out of your mind? Where on earth did you come up with this idea? Me, fucking Linda?"

"As I mentioned, Linda asked for a divorce. I promised her I would never do it again if she would just stay with me. I begged her to reconsider. I asked her, 'What about our family?' She said I should have thought about them while I was fucking Melinda. I told her, 'Please don't end our marriage. We can get over this.' I would do anything to keep us together. She told me she was going to have a revenge fuck to get even with me. It was the only way to save our marriage. That way we would be even. She even told me I could pick the guy. It will only be a one time thing. I picked you because you're single and Linda thinks you're a nice guy."

"Geez, Mark, are you sure you want to go through with this. Linda's a good looking woman. Are you sure about this?"

"Who else could I get, David? I know Dan wouldn't do it and I don't want anyone knowing about it. You're my only hope to save my marriage. I'm a fool, David. Cheating on a woman like Linda, what was I thinking? Will you do this for me?"




My Brother's Wife



I agreed to do it. There were couple of complications. Mark had to be present, because she wanted him cuckolded. Mark also told me he wasn't a good lover so I was not to be too good. I had a plan that I thought might work. We agreed on Saturday night. He would tell Linda that it was going to be me. I wanted Mark to make sure he got Linda's approval.

I went to their house on Saturday. Mark greeted me, if you want to call it a greeting. The guy was really down; I could tell he was really hurting.

"It's going to be alright, Mark. Just do what I say and it will all be okay."

Mark, looked at me kind of strange. He didn't comment on my previous statement as we walked into the bedroom. Linda was sitting on the bed with her robe on. I didn't know if she had on anything underneath.

She greeted me nicely but I could tell she was also nervous. Having sex in front of your spouse isn't an everyday occurrence.

"Did Mark tell you this was only a one time thing for cheating on me. It's the only way to get even. I know I would hold it against him the rest of our lives otherwise. I had to do what he did, only I'm not paying you." She tried to crack a smile and ease the tension.

Mark had on a tee shirt and shorts; he was dressed the same as me. He sat in a chair next to the bed as Linda removed her robe. She was naked underneath her robe. She looked radiant sitting on the center of their king size bed. I glanced over at Mark who had tears in his eyes. He was hurting. I asked Linda to lay down as I got on the bed. I removed my shirt and shorts but kept my boxers on. I looked down at her beautiful breasts waiting to be sucked. I went to one of her breasts and held my hands around it gently and began sucking on the nipple. It was starting to harden in my mouth. I looked over at Mark and told him to come to the bed and work on her other tit.

He looked stunned, but got up and got on the bed. He went to grab her breast when I told him to hold it gently, the way I was. Linda looked at me but didn't say anything. She had two men working on her tits. Mark was gently squeezing his wife's breast and sucking on the nipple.

"Mark, kiss your wife like you did when you first met. This isn't about you now; it's about making your wife happy."

He was kissing her, over and over again. I kept rubbing her breasts. I told Mark to kiss her breast some more, which he did. I had him put a hand on her mid-section and told him to rub it gently. He began doing it and you could see the intake of breath that Linda took. I had become the instructor and Mark was the student. 

"Slide your fingers through her mound of hair. Now squeeze it gently, feel that beautiful pussy between your fingers. Squeeze it some more, harder and harder as you go. Put your hand over those plump pussy lips and squeeze them. Harder, Mark, she won't break. Slide two fingers into her wet pussy; that's it, Mark, finger fuck her, that's it, yes, more, and faster."

Linda was moaning and groaning with delight as Mark was fingering her. She kept pushing her pussy up against his fingers as he pushed them into her. Mark was into it too. He was making love to his wife, not just fucking her.

"Mark, get down between her legs and kiss her pussy."

"I've never eaten a pussy before, David. I don't know how to do it."

"There isn't a wrong way, Mark. Put your face into her gorgeous pussy. She'll let you know what she wants."

"How do you know so much about Linda, that she would like this?"

"Linda is a woman, and every woman likes it. There just aren't enough men around who understand a woman's needs. Every woman wants to be loved Mark. You always fuck her, tonight you are going to make love to her. This isn't about you and your sexual release. It's about you making your woman, your wife, happy."

Mark, buried his face into his wife's pussy, kissing her plump vaginal lips, his fingers separating those lips.

"Stick your tongue in. Push that face into her pussy. She's about to come, Mark, don't you dare pull away. This is your wife, the love of your life. Suck in her juices if you have too, but don't back away. It would be an insult to her."

Mark held his face firm against her pussy as she reached an orgasm. I could see her pussy spasms as she cried out to her husband. "Mark, I love you so much."

When the spasms stopped, Mark looked at me. I told him to kiss his wife. He told me his face must be covered in her juices. 

"She doesn't care; kiss her, kiss her now."

He did just that. He kissed and kissed her telling her how much he loved her. How much he cared for her. Linda had tears in her eyes. "Your face smells like pussy, and I love it. I love you Mark," said Linda.

"Okay, Mark, she's yours to have right now. I think she would much rather have the man she loves than a stranger or even a friend. Just remember, Mark, it's what you can do for Linda, not what you can do for yourself. In lovemaking, always put Linda first and you will be rewarded tenfold."

Mark undressed and put his cock at the entrance of Linda's pussy. Linda grabbed it and guided it into her waiting pussy. They started their fuck. Mark was doing like I told him. Start out slow and easy. It would be hard to do with Linda because she loved to move her ass and get all she could. They both reached their pinnacle at the same time and Mark came as they both yelled out noises and obscenities. I was standing there with a raging hard-on. I had to take out my cock from its confinement, it was beginning to hurt. Both Mark and Linda looked at me. They knew I was supposed to fuck Linda but I figured they had a change of heart.

"We owe you big time, David. Come here and let me give you release," said Linda.

She took my cock and jacked me off all over her beautiful big tits. It didn't take long. "My pussy is reserved for only one man," she said as she looked over at Mark.

They both jumped up and headed into the shower. My job was done. I think I helped save another marriage. I left while they were in the shower. They didn't need my help anymore.

A couple of days later I was at the garage working when I received a delivery of baked goods and chocolates. The card said, "Thank you for everything." It was signed "From your two best friends, Mark and Linda."

Damn, that made me feel good. I called Nina up and we went out for a date. We were still just fuck buddies. For some reason neither of us could get past that. I think it's that she didn't want to be second in my thoughts. I couldn't blame her. She deserved better.

Chapter 4

Time passed and I didn't see Lisa or Linda quite as often. At bowling about two months later I got a surprise. Dan had something to tell me.

"David, you're going to be an uncle in about seven months." Needless to say that Lisa was with child.

Mark spoke up and smiled, "Damn guys, you ruined my surprise. Linda is pregnant with our third child. She's around two months gone also. I think it was the all night fuck fest that she and I had." He looked at me and smiled. Even Dan didn't know about that. It was a secret between Mark, Linda and me. Of course I'm sure Linda told Lisa, because they kept no secrets from each other.

I kept my distance from the women even more now. There was a good chance that either or both kids could be mine. The timing was right there. I wondered if I would ever know.

On the next holiday we were all at mom's. She also invited Mark and Linda. The two pregnant but beautiful women were standing there with a glow on their faces. They both hugged and kissed me on the cheek.

I felt good but in a way sad. The woman I love and the woman I could love. Both happily married and with child, maybe even my child. I had to leave the party early. I was too close to these two women. There is always a price to be paid for cheating. I was paying the price for these two women. 

Life went on rather normally. Lisa was the first to have her baby. A beautiful baby boy with blond hair. Since Dan and I looked so much alike, no one would know for sure, not even Lisa. Dan was so happy. He got his son and smiled at the little boy. They named him Derick. They wanted to keep up with the d's. Now, there was Dee, their daughter, Derick, their son, and Dan, the father.

Mark and Linda had a son also. He was born a week later. He had dark hair and looked like Linda. Mark was the happy dad. He came up to me when we were alone and thanked me for showing him how to love his wife. He said if it wasn't for me they would have been divorced. Instead, they had a son, whom they named David, after me. Later I found out that naming him David was Mark's idea. He wasn't such a bad sort after all.

Everything seemed to go along pretty normally. The babies were a couple of months old and everyone seemed pretty happy. I was a bit more lonely. I didn't visit Lisa or Linda as often. It was a bit awkward whenever I'd see them. I thought I'd give Nina a call and maybe go out somewhere. She answered the phone but told me she couldn't talk right then. She would call me back later.

I turned on the old tube and was watching Sports Center when she called me back.

"David, I have something to tell you. Bill, my boyfriend has asked me to marry him. I said yes. He knows you and I have been good friends and asked me about you. I told him that I would be true to him. David, we always knew this day would come. I will miss you and will always remember the good times."

"Nina, I wish you and Bill the best. You deserve to be with someone with whom you can share your life. You will always be a special memory in my life. Good luck to you and Bill." 

I hung up before she had a chance to say anything else. I knew this was the best way. If only I wouldn't have been hooked on Lisa. Nina deserved a special someone. She will be a special woman in my memories.

The next couple of days I tried to get back to normal. I hired a young man to help out at the garage. I was spending too much time working. I needed to get away more. Maybe to find that special someone.

The phone rang and I received the shock of my life. It was my dad.

"David, your brother Dan has been in a motorcycle accident. We are all at the hospital. The doctors don't think he's going to make it. He wants to talk to you. Please hurry."

"I'm on my way, dad." I didn't even say goodbye. I told Jim my new employee to take care of things. I didn't know when I would be back.

I jumped in my pickup and nearly flew to the hospital. I rushed in and everyone was sitting in the emergency room. Lisa was crying. I took her in my arms and held her. Mom was crying too, and dad was holding her. The doctor came out and said Dan was asking for me. I went in and saw my big brother's broken up body. He was drugged up but was able to talk.

"David, I know I'm not going to make it. I need you to watch over my family. I know you love Lisa almost as much as I do. I know that's why you never got married. I need you to promise me that you will take care of her. I can't leave this world knowing she'll be alone. Promise me, David, promise me you'll watch over Lisa and my kids."

I was crying; I couldn't help it. The tears were flowing down my face. Lisa walked in the room and saw me crying. She was still crying herself as she took hold of Dan's hand and held it to her cheek.

"Well, David, will you take care of my Lisa and my kids?" Lisa looked up at me.

"Yes, Dan, I promise to look after Lisa and the kids. I'll do my best to help them out. I'll make sure that when your kids get older that they will know what a wonderful father they had."

Dan, looked over at Lisa crying. "Honey, my little brother loves you. I don't know if you ever knew it. I want you to watch over him. He really does need a good woman and you are the best."

It was the last thing Dan had said before passing away. Lisa and I both sat there and cried. Mom and Dad came in and were crying too. I lost my brother who was probably my best friend.

We were all in a haze during the days that followed. We all made the funeral arrangements and did all the legal necessities that come up at a death. The funeral was heart wrenching. All our friends and family paid their respects. I sat with Lisa during all the ceremonies. I wasn't going to leave her by herself. If I wasn't there, then Linda was there to hold her hand. They were truly best friends.

In the weeks and months that followed my brother's death, I stopped by every night to look in on Lisa. Other than the occasional light kiss and our hugging, there wasn't any sexual thought going on. We knew eventually we would be together. Right now we both needed time to heal. A day didn't go past when I didn't think about my brother or attend to helping his wife. His baby boy was a few months old now. He looked so much like both of us. Dee, his little girl would come up to me every day and hug me. She was so sweet but without a father. She didn't know what exactly happened except that her daddy passed away. After all she had just turned four.

About six months after Dan's death, Mom and Dad, as well as Lisa's parents stopped by Lisa's house. I was outside playing with Dee while Lisa was making us something to eat. The baby was resting.

Lisa looked up and saw her parents. "Mom, Dad, what are you doing here?" Lisa turned around and saw my parents. "What's going on? Is someone hurt or sick?" she asked.

My mom called me into the house. Mom spoke first, "David, Lisa, we came to tell you two that the mourning period is over. We know you two love each other. We'll always miss Dan, but you two need to get on with your lives."

Lisa's dad spoke next. "Here are two tickets to Las Vegas. You two need to go there and get married. We booked you at the nicest motel we could afford. We are paying for your honeymoon."

Lisa's mom spoke next. "Honey, we love you and we loved Dan. We also love David. We will watch over the kids while you are gone. When you get back, we expect you to be husband and wife.

My dad looked at us. "David, marry her and give her kids a father. I know you love them as much as we do. Hell, they don't even have to change their last names. We all came here together so you two will know that we stand behind you. Now, son, do the right thing."

I had tears in my eyes and Lisa was crying. I wasn't sure how to respond. I went over to Lisa and had her sit on the sofa. I knelt down on one knee and said, "Lisa, will you be my wife? I may not be the best catch in the sea but I do love you and I love the kids too. Will you marry me?"

All I could hear was crying. Lisa, her mom and my mom were all crying. Finally Lisa spoke. "I loved your brother with all my heart. He's gone now and I promised him I would take care of you; you promised him you would take care of me. The easiest way to do that is by being husband and wife. Yes, David, I will marry you, and love you as I did your brother." Now I was crying. My dream came true; I would be marrying the love of my life, but at the loss of my brother. I put my arms around Lisa and just held her.

Chapter 5

Lisa and I headed out to Las Vegas. We would be there for a week. We both needed this trip to get away and get to know each other again. We checked into our hotel and got something to eat. We then went to get a marriage license. We would be getting married the next day. We went back to our room and talked for awhile. We talked about Dan, our past and the kids.

"David, I talked with Linda and I know you were wondering who fathered little David. Linda had him tested unbeknown to Mark. Mark is David's biological father. I thought you might like to know that. I never had Derick tested. I don't see the point in it. He will be your son now, regardless whose seed produced him. Since you and Dan were brothers so many of the genes would be identical. What do you think?"

"It's fine with me. If he ever needed a body part or blood, I would be the next of kin to see he got it. I love the little fellow and will treat him as my own. No use anyone else knowing anyway. I thought about adoption but there's no reason for it. They already have my last name and you have Dan's insurance and social security for them till they are on their own. The only thing left to discuss is if you are ready to make love with me."

"David, tomorrow you will be my legal husband. Of course I want to make love to you. I've always wanted to."

"What about tonight? We won't be married until tomorrow."

"What would you give me to get in my pants tonight?" she asked.

"Everything I own," I said.

"Sold! I'm all yours tonight to do what you want with. I love you, David. I really do." 

We kissed and began our first night of lovemaking. Tomorrow we would be husband and wife. The lovemaking was great. Making love with someone you truly love is the best. It was three in the morning before we went to sleep.

Around nine the next morning we were sitting down to breakfast when in popped Linda and Mark. "My God, what are you two doing here?" asked Lisa.

"Hey, Girlfriend, you didn't think I'd miss you getting married and in Las Vegas yet. You aren't married yet are you?" asked Linda.

"No, we are going right after breakfast. Sit down and join us then you two can be our witnesses," replied Lisa.

After breakfast, we went to get dressed in our wedding clothes. Lisa looked beautiful in her blue dress. Of course she even looked good with nothing on. I wore a suit jacket but no tie. Lisa said it was fine with her. From now on she was the only woman I wanted to please.

While we were getting ready, Linda went to get their room. While signing in she asked the desk clerk if the honeymoon suite was available. After checking it, the desk clerk said it would be available that afternoon. Linda told the clerk that she wanted it for her best friend who was getting married in a few hours. She was willing to pay any increase in room prices. She mentioned we would need the room for five more days. She just wanted to do something special for her best friend. The changes were made and when we left our room, they would move us into the honeymoon suite at no extra charge.

The four of us went to one of the wedding chapels. In less than a half hour we were husband and wife. I felt different, a good kind of different. I was now a husband and father. I would have responsibilities for someone beside myself. I also felt needed, wanted and loved. All because of one precious woman, Lisa. After the short ceremony we went and gambled a little and then decided to see a magic show.

Linda was talking to Lisa about Las Vegas.

"Remember when we were teenagers and we said we would be going to Las Vegas together. This wasn't quite the plan, was it." 

Lisa responded, "No, it's better, much better. We don't have to look for some men to pick us up. We brought them with us and we got men we love."

"You're right, Lisa, this is probably much better," replied Linda.

After our afternoon out, we all went back to the hotel. We got in the elevator and Linda pushed the button to the honeymoon suite. We told her she pushed the wrong floor. She got out of the elevator and we followed her. At the end of the hall there was a sign on the door.

"Welcome, David and Lisa, congratulations on your recent marriage. Hope your stay with us is a memorable one." It was signed The Management.

We went in it and it had a hot tub, and a heart shaped bed. All of our stuff was moved into it. We thanked Linda and Mark and invited them back late to soak in the hot tub with us. Lisa looked over at Mark and said, "Wear a bathing suit Mark." We all had to laugh.

We had a wonderful honeymoon and were able to enjoy the friendship of Linda and Mark. Now it was time to go back home and set up housekeeping. I was a little nervous but soon felt relaxed when I saw a sign on the porch.

"Welcome home, mommy and daddy. Hope you had a nice vacation. With love, Dee and Derick." Underneath was another note saying, "Welcome home, kids, we wish you the best that married life has to offer. With love, both sets of moms and dads."




My Brother's Wife



Everyone came out on the porch to greet us. We were lucky to have two sets of great and understanding parents. 

After everyone went home Dee came up to me. "Daddy, are you mine and Derick's daddy, or is our daddy dead." Wow, I had to get this right. It was coming out of a four year old.

"Well, Honey, both answers are right. Your daddy passed away and is now in heaven watching over you. I'm your daddy here on earth. It's my job to take care of you and Derick along with mommy to make sure you get what ever you need."

She just said, "Thank you, daddy." Then she got up and walked away.

In the evening after Lisa put Derick to bed she walked into Dee's room to say goodnight and cover her up. She looked into her room and saw Dee saying her prayers. Only this time it was different.

"My daddy, who is in heaven, how are you tonight. Forgive me for whatever I did wrong today and tell my daddy here on earth to get me a puppy. Amen"

Lisa walked over to her daughter and helped her into bed. I stood at the door and was watching them. "Dee Dee, in your prayer tonight you said my daddy, instead of our father. Why did you say that?"

"Because I talked to my new daddy and he said that my old daddy was in heaven. So since I pray to him, I called him daddy, that's what I called him before he died. I think he likes to be called daddy more than father."

"What was that about asking for a puppy?" asked Lisa.

"You always told me to pray for things and I thought that since my daddy was in heaven, he could talk to my daddy on earth and I can have a puppy. The last time, I asked for a little brother and you brought me Derick, so I thought I would try for a puppy."

I walked up to Dee Dee and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Daddy, do you think I can have a puppy?"

I looked back at Lisa who was shaking her head no but was smiling at the same time.

"Honey, let me talk to mommy and we'll see. Goodnight and I hope you have sweet dreams."

Lisa and I walked out of the room and Lisa said she didn't know about getting a puppy.

"Honey, my new daughter has asked me for something. Something that I can afford to give her. It's the first thing she has ever asked me for. Do you really want me to tell her 'No' when she'll remember this the rest of her life?"

"Okay, Mr. Nice Daddy, tomorrow the four of us will go to the animal shelter and we will pick out a puppy together. It will be our first major purchase together. You have to promise me that you will help take care of him. It will be your job to clean up after him."

"I promise to be chief dog cleaner upper if you promise to make love to me tonight."

"You made another good deal. Let's go to bed and initiate our first lovemaking session on it."

Our life is turning out to be wonderful. Our parents are solidly behind us. Linda and Mark are our best friends. Mark doesn't know that Lisa knows about the love making instructions. I did have to promise to stay away from Linda's puffy pussy, which is no problem since I have the woman I love.

We did get a call from Nina who got married and is now expecting her first child. After she got married she stopped taking birth control. My new employee, Jim, is renting my old apartment above the garage. I never have to worry about him being late for work.

As for me, I've grown up. I married the woman I've always loved and have two wonderful children. When you read a story about a happily married man who would never cheat on his wife, you are probably reading about me.

I do miss my brother Dan, but as my friend, 'The Wanderer' always says:

"Life goes on."

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Hope you enjoyed my story. 

Comments always welcome. 

DG Hear



My Brother's Wife



...And while they were in the field, Cain attacked his brother Abel and killed him. Then the Lord said to Cain, "Where is your brother Abel?" And Cain replied, "I do not know. Am I my brother's keeper?"

Genesis 4:8b-9

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I sat at the table watching as the 12 persons who had decided my fate walked back into the jury box.

One female juror looked at me and smiled, but the rest avoided my eyes and kept their faces devoid of any expression.

"The defendant will please rise," the judge intoned when they had all taken their seats.

I stood up then, along with my attorneys, while the jury foreperson – a middle-aged black woman – handed the bailiff the sheet of paper with the verdict. He, in turn, walked to the bench and handed the paper to the judge. He read it, refolded it and handed it back to the bailiff, who returned it to the possession of the jury.

During this interim, I took a moment to look around the courtroom. Behind me, I saw Cindy, the woman I loved and who loved me. She smiled and held up both of her hands, each of which held crossed fingers.

I looked at my lawyers, who had, I thought, conducted a very effective defense on my behalf. One of them smiled and clasped my hand to reassure me.

And I looked across the aisle at my mother and my sister, who did not smile. I wondered what was going through their minds at that moment. How conflicted were they by this case? I hadn't spoken to either of them in well over a year, so I had no way of knowing.

You see, I had killed my brother. That fact was uncontested. I shot him to death one night after he had broken into my home. As far as I was concerned, it was self-defense. He'd been armed with a baseball bat and he had threatened me repeatedly in the previous months.

The prosecution, however, had said I had lured him into an ambush and shot him in cold blood. And, since he was a person of importance, a prominent business owner and a state representative, they had mounted a vigorous prosecution against me.

All of this flashed in my mind in but a moment's time, then my attention was jerked back to the present by the voice from the bench.

"Has the jury reached a verdict?" the judge asked the foreperson.

"Yes, your honor, we have," the woman answered.

"In the matter of the People vs. Scott Luke, how do you find?" the judge said.

"We, the people, find the defendant, Scott Luke..."

------

Her name was Cindy Duncan, and I fell in love with her from the first time I saw her. I soon found out that the feeling was mutual, something I suspected right from the start.

We both just looked at each other with an, "Oh my God!" expression, and I could feel the tumbling of my stomach and the nervous hesitation that accompanies such occasions.

There was never any doubt about my feelings for her, and I soon made a vow that I would wait for however long it took, but that someday she would be mine.

There was just one problem, and it was a big one. She was my brother's fiancée, and I was meeting her six weeks before their wedding, just prior to a bridal shower my sister was hosting in her honor at my parent's home.

In the days leading up to their wedding, I could see the confusion on her face as she wrestled with the decision of whether to go through with it. But by then she and her family had put too much into the wedding for her to back out, so she married a man she didn't love.

Cindy is such a decent person that I truly believe she tried her best to fight the attraction between us, at least for awhile, tried hard to be Gordon's dutiful wife.

But I was under no such obligation. I never felt the least bit guilty about being in love with my brother's wife and I never wavered in my desire to have her for myself.

If that sounds incredibly selfish, well, read my story, learn about me, my brother and Cindy, then decide for yourself. This is going to take some telling, so bear with me.

To say that my brother and I didn't get along would be a gross understatement. Oil and water, that's what we were. In fact, more than one person dubbed us Cain and Abel, and which of us filled which role depended on whose side you were on.

Our father, Gordon Luke, Jr., inherited the family's textile factory that had been founded by his grandfather late in the 19th century. It is a matter of record that Father saved the business, and the economy of the mid-sized city in which it's located, and where I grew up.

He completely renovated the factory and got the company involved in the retail end of the business, setting up stores at dozens of outlet malls from coast to coast. In the process, he took an already considerable fortune and multiplied it manifold.

The problem was it pretty much cost him any real chance to be a father, at least to me. See, I was the middle child, with all the baggage that comes with it.

Gordon was the golden boy, the family namesake, and he was the one that got most of the attention from our mother. She came from one of the area's oldest and most prominent families and she's about as snooty as they come.

I was 23 months younger than Gordon, then we have a younger sister, Karen, who is three years my junior. Whatever attention my father devoted to us kids was lavished on Karen. Father did eventually take to Gordon when it became obvious that they were two peas in a pod.

Gordon toed the family line, and he was the one who got involved in the business. Karen went to law school and became the company's legal eagle. They were both content, eager even, to fall into the avaricious corporate culture that was my father's stock and trade.

Me? I didn't get squat when it came to attention from my parents. That was actually fine with me, once I got used to it. I was always different from Gordon and Karen, different from anyone in my family, and it suited me and my personality to be left alone.

I've always marched to the beat of an entirely different drummer. While my brother and sister were boisterous, aggressive – even pushy – I was quiet, introspective, and I had absolutely no interest in the family business or the family's money.

From a very early age, I had a gift for working with my hands, and one of the few indulgences I got from my parents when I was growing up was my own workshop, and any sort of tool I wanted.

At the same time, I became engrossed in music and learned to play the guitar at an early age. Like every teenager, I went the rock-and-roll route for awhile, but when I was 17 I discovered bluegrass, fell in love with that style of music and submerged myself in the whole subculture.

As a result, I chose to combine my two passions and began to make instruments for a living. I spent four years as an apprentice to a master craftsman in the Tennessee mountains, and I learned well.

As it happens, I managed to develop a nice business as a craftsman. I still play, and I periodically travel to street fairs and other events to market my work.

I handcraft every single piece, and over the years I've made a slew of guitars – acoustic and electric – banjos, mandolins, balalaikas, even a few violins and violas.

One thing I did get from my family was a drive to succeed and a strong sense of perfectionism. When I take a consignment to produce an instrument, I always take great care to make sure that instrument is as flawless as I can possibly make it.

I've never gotten rich at my chosen profession, but I live comfortably enough, plus I'm doing things I love doing. Or at least I did until the state decided to try me for the death of my brother.

Of course, none of this gets to the heart of why my brother and I couldn't get along. Simply put, he was a bully and I was a rebel. And that conflict goes back as far as I can remember.

Gordon was always bigger and stronger than me, and he beat up on me regularly until I nearly bit his ear off one time defending myself. That happened when I was 13 and he was 15.

Gordon left me alone then, sort of, and we reached an uneasy understanding. I think he was already angling to be a politician, and I guess his calculating mind figured that it wouldn't do to be seen publicly as a bully.

But he never really lost his hot temper, and that was what finally cost him his life. I would be lying if I said I don't ever get mad, but my temper is cooler, more controlled. I'm a pacifist by nature, but I'm also a realist, and I'm no pushover.

I did use my name to get a bank loan for the materials to build my own home, a two-bedroom log cabin in a rural area outside the city. I did a lot of the framing and log work myself, although I did contract out the plumbing, electrical and decorating.

Because of where I lived, and because of my association with a country style of music, I became something of an outdoorsy type. It's a lifestyle that suits me and my temperament.

And it's reflected in my appearance. I finally grew to be about 5-10 – still well short of Gordon's 6-2, but tall enough – plus I developed an interest in aerobics and a passion for hiking, all of which gave me a lean, wiry physique.

I used to have really long hair, but I cut it several years ago, and now a full beard is my only concession to a counterculture attitude.

Unlike me, Gordon did everything he was supposed to do. He got excellent grades in high school, went to college, including graduate school, then moved into a mid-level position in the company. It was just assumed that he'd take it over when Father retired, and that's what happened.

Father had a bad heart, and he retired fairly young, then he died when I was 31. By then, Gordon had become the company president, and had begun to get active in politics.

He apparently met Cindy while he was in his first job. She worked in the accounting office and he quickly set his sights on her. I doubt if he ever loved her, but she definitely looked good on his arm as a trophy wife.

Quite simply, Cindy is gorgeous, a tall redhead with big expressive eyes. She also has a wonderful personality, warm and caring, but she's fairly shy. I never quite understood what she saw in Gordon, but then I'm biased by my lifelong dislike for my brother.

In fact, Gordon was quite handsome, with a jock's physique and a charismatic personality. He could – and did – charm the pants off anyone when he so chose, and I learned that he did, quite often.

Of course, there was also the family's considerable fortune that I'm sure played into Cindy's relationship with Gordon, and the family's prominence in the community.

Cindy was 25 at the time, and had dated some, but not as much as you might think, and she says her family was eager for her to reel Gordon in when he started showing interest in her.

Her family isn't poor, but they aren't rich, either, and the prospect of Cindy marrying into the Luke family had a lot of appeal. And she was willing to go along, until she met me. Then it wasn't quite so clear-cut. I was 23, I had just set out on my own and I was bedazzled by her looks and her charm.

She and I have so much more in common than she had with Gordon. We have very compatible personalities and we have similar tastes in music, politics and activities. Once we got to know each other, it didn't take long for her to realize that she'd married the wrong Luke.

Because of her, I declined opportunities to move to Nashville and California, where my business might have grown tremendously. I wanted to stay close to home, so I could be as near as I could to her, and be a part of her life.

After three years of marriage, Cindy had their first daughter, Sarah, and two years later, she had the other girl, Mary. Then she had her tubes tied, because by then she realized that she didn't want to bring any more of Gordon's children into the world.

Fortunately, the girls take after their mother in their looks and their personalities, and they are the most precious things in the world. Cindy proved to be a wonderful mother, a stay-at-home mom who seemed to strike the right balance between love and discipline.

I have no idea when Gordon started physically abusing Cindy. He was always being cross with her about something or another, and I do know he drank quite a bit. But I didn't really associate that with abuse until I happened to visit the house one day, and she had a slight bruise on her cheek.

Before you get the wrong impression, I was there legitimately. Because I'm handy with minor home repairs, I was always the one Gordon and Cindy called when there was a problem. Gordon never had the time or the inclination to do that kind of work, so he'd get me to do it because he knew I'd do it for almost nothing, and do it right.

I always did what they asked of me, and I never once made a pass at Cindy when she was home alone, although, Lord knows, I was severely tempted.

On this particular day, I was dropping off a couple of bags of concrete for a repair I was going to do in a few days on their back patio, and I noticed that Cindy was real quiet, real down. Then I saw the bruise on her cheek. I asked her about it and she just turned away. That's when I knew.

By then, they'd been married 11 years and Gordon had already won a seat in the state House of Representatives. He was very conservative, and his family-values platform found a receptive audience in the suburban district where they lived.

I asked her again about it and she mumbled something about accidentally running into a door, and that it was nothing to worry about. I didn't buy it for a minute, but I let the matter drop, because it was clear she didn't want to talk about it.

However, it wasn't long after that incident that I happened to be at the bar of a downtown hotel meeting a client about a possible job when Gordon walked in with some blonde.

He didn't see me, and I watched him ply this young woman with several drinks, then leave with her in the direction of the elevators.

So in addition to beating up his wife, he was also cheating on her. I did a real slow burn over that. Here was a woman that I absolutely adored, with two beautiful daughters, and he was acting like, well, like the Gordon of old.

This time, I worked up the courage to call Cindy. I told her what I had seen, told her that I knew he was hitting her and told her that if she ever needed some place to go, she could call on me, any time, day or night.

"Scott, I ... I appreciate you," she said softly. "But you know how he is. I can't leave him. He'd never stand for it. And you know, too, that he has powerful friends. Please, don't get mixed up with our problems. I can handle it."

"Cindy, you're just as much family as he is, maybe more to me," I said. "And the girls are my nieces, as close to my own children as I'm ever likely to have. That makes it my problem. And Cindy, I love you. I always have and I always will. When you're ready, I'll be there. I'll always be there."

"Scott, I ... I love you too," she said. "I'm glad I have you in my life."

After I hung up, I sat back and considered my options, and realized that I didn't have any. As much as I loved Cindy, as badly as I wanted her, I wasn't going to entice her into adultery.

I had too much respect for her and too much respect for myself to do something like that. Engaging Cindy in an adulterous relationship would have put me on Gordon's level, would have made me no better than him.

If there was one thing I always prided myself on, it was the fact that I considered myself morally superior to my brother. Perhaps that sounds arrogant, but it's the way I felt. I have a rather flinty sense of propriety, at least where relationships are concerned.

Because of my feelings for Cindy, I never tried to establish a meaningful relationship with another woman. It would have been dishonest of me to profess feelings I didn't have for someone other than Cindy.

Oh, I did have a sex life. Among my circle of friends and acquaintances in the music business, there were several women that I had sexual relationships with, but those were always kept strictly physical.

Many of them were divorcees who had been burned by love and just wanted intimacy without commitment. That was fine with me.

I finally decided my best course of action was to hire an investigator – quietly – and gather as much dirt on my brother as possible. I needed it in case something should happen, and I'm very glad I did.

I also talked to Gloria Miller, a friend who was a lawyer. I told her about a "friend" who was in an abusive relationship and asked where she might go to escape her husband. I didn't say who it was, only that her husband was prominent and powerful.

From Gloria, I got the name, number and address of a domestic abuse shelter in the city. That was really all I could do for Cindy. That and wait.

The problem, from Cindy's perspective, was that she needed to protect herself financially, and Gordon had systematically cut her off from independent sources of income.

He refused to let her have a job, gave her a very miserly allowance and she said he'd structured his assets so that they weren't legally considered community property. I'm not sure how that worked, but the gist of it was that if she divorced him, she'd get very little out of a settlement.

Moreover, she was worried that Gordon would contest her for custody of the girls, which was a travesty. Gordon had very little interest in his daughters – he'd wanted boys – but they made a nice photo-op when it came time to run for public office.

Indeed, the way she saw it, Gordon had cleverly set it up so that she'd be financially unable to care for her daughters in the manner befitting what he considered to be their station in life, and thus he'd win custody by showing himself to be the more fit parent.

In fact, I was more of a father to those girls than he was. I was the one who was there for their recitals, their soccer games, their school functions. And I was often called on to baby-sit, which I did gladly. They're wonderful kids, I love being around them and they love their Uncle Scott.

I'll admit, my motives weren't exactly altruistic, since those occasions afforded me a chance to be with Cindy. Still, I remembered how indifferent my parents had been with me, and I was determined that Sarah and Mary would have one Luke male in their lives who acted like a daddy.

So it was that over the next 18 months I watched and waited.

I watched heartsick as the woman I truly loved descended into depression. It seemed like Gordon was crushing her radiant personality by his constant abuse to the point where she rarely smiled.

I also waited while I gathered information on my erstwhile brother. I learned that he had a steady mistress in the state capitol that he saw when the Legislature was in session, and that she apparently didn't mind sharing a bed with strange pickups – male and female – that they would encounter when they were out and about.

That got me concerned for Cindy's health, but as it turned out, I needn't have worried. Cindy told me later that over the last year or two of their marriage the closest she came to having sex with him was the occasional blowjob.

I knew it was only a matter of time, but I wasn't prepared for the suddenness of it when she finally reached the breaking point. Actually, Gordon pushed her past the point of no return on a stormy night when he came home after drinking quite heavily.

I would only pick up bits and pieces of what happened as time went on, but near as I could figure, he came home drunk, wanted sex, she refused and he beat her up. And I mean he did a real number on her this time.

All I knew was that I was awakened out of a dead sleep late one night by someone pounding on the door to my cabin deep in the woods. I looked at the clock and it said 4:27. I was curious about who it could be until it hit me quite suddenly.

The only person I knew who would be banging on my door at that time of the morning was Cindy, and if that was the case, it meant trouble.




My Brother's Wife



I opened the door to see Cindy standing there with the girls huddled behind her and several suitcases sitting around them. They were all soaking wet – and it was a cold night – and Cindy looked awful.

She had a black eye, a bloody nose, a cut on her cheek from where he'd slapped her, a split lip, a sprained wrist and I would subsequently find bruises on her side. Not only had he slapped her and punched her, but he'd also pushed her hard against the dresser.

Cindy was absolutely hysterical, and the girls were crying as well. I got them inside, got a fire going in my fireplace, got the girls changed into dry clothes and made them huddle under some blankets until they warmed up. Then I put them to bed.

They were almost in shock, because apparently the commotion woke them up and they'd seen it all. My heart nearly shredded when Mary, just 7-years-old, told me they didn't like "Father," as Gordon insisted they call him, and asked me if I could be her daddy from now on.

"Sweetheart, I've always tried to be Daddy to you," I said. "I love you both as if you were my own. Now try to get some rest. We have a lot to do tomorrow."

I found Cindy still sitting in front of the fire. She hadn't been able to work up the strength to get dressed, and she was still wrapped tightly in a blanket. Her shivering was under control, but she still had a vacant look in her eyes.

"Cindy?" I said tentatively as I sat next to her on the floor. And that's when she lost it.

"Oh, Scott!" she wailed and just buried her face in my shoulder.

I just held her, then, but at an elemental level I could feel something stirring in my groin as the blanket slipped off her shoulders, revealing her peach-sized breasts.

I'm not sure exactly how it happened, but suddenly we were kissing, and kissing with the passion of long-overdue lovers. My hands had a life of their own and they were sweeping over her splendid body, squeezing her tits and lightly pinching her nipples.

In spite of my principles, in spite of everything, my body was telling me to go for it, and I think Cindy's was too. But before I plunged ahead, we broke our embrace, and I backed away.

"I'm sorry," I said, sheepishly. "I ... let myself get carried away. We can't do this. Not yet."

"No apologies necessary," Cindy said with an enigmatic smile. "God, you don't know how long it's been since I've kissed a man where it had any meaning. Scott, please help me. I honestly think Gordon was close to killing me tonight, and I'm afraid of what he'll do when he finds I've taken the girls and left him."

"I told you a long time ago that I'll always be there for you," I said softly. "I'm ready to help you any way I can. Anything you need, just ask."

I gave her the name of the shelter that Gloria had given me months ago, I told her we'd call first thing in the morning, and we'd also see her about starting divorce proceedings. Cindy said she was finally ready, that she was ready to end her marriage to Gordon.

"I never should have married him," she said. "You're twice the man he is, and I should have listened to my heart when it told me you were the one I really wanted."

"Cindy, don't blame yourself," I said. "You were under a lot of pressure to marry Gordon, you still didn't know me very well and you made the decision based on what you knew at the time. There's no sense looking back. All we can do is look forward and make the best of it."

Then I helped her up, got her into some clothes and put her to bed. She looked exhausted.

Before I did, though, I got my camera and I took close-up pictures of her injuries. I wanted clear documentation of Gordon's abuse.

While she and the kids slept, I paced the floor as the time crept by. I too worried about what Gordon would do once he learned that Cindy was gone. He had been a winner all of his life, in everything, so I truly believed that emotionally, he couldn't handle losing Cindy, especially to me.

That feeling was confirmed the next afternoon, and that's what began the fatal process that ended with Gordon dead and me on trial for his murder.

As soon as it was light, I woke Cindy and the girls and told them they needed to go to the shelter. I followed them in my Jeep and saw them to safety. While we were there, Gloria met us and we mapped out a strategy for getting Cindy out of her marriage.

Then I headed home and set about working on some instruments that I had going. I made it a point to stash away everything that might have indicated Cindy had been there, because I had a feeling Gordon was going to show up.

Sure enough, about 2:30 that afternoon, I saw him through the window of my shop. He didn't stop to knock on the door or anything. He just barged in like he owned it. I took one look at his face and I'll be honest, I was afraid.

"Where is she?" Gordon said tersely.

"Well, hello to you too, big brother," I answered as calmly as I could. "To what do I owe this rare gift of your presence."

"Cut the shit, asshole," he bellowed. "Where is she?"

"Where is who?" I answered.

"Cindy. You know, my wife," Gordon growled again. "I know she was here, because I saw the tread of her car out front. She came running to you last night, because that's what she does when she needs a sympathetic ear. She goes running to my loving brother. You think I don't know about you and her? You think I haven't seen the little looks you two exchange, the conversations you have when you think nobody's around? What I want to know is how long have you been banging my wife?"

"Gordon, you've got it all wrong," I said evenly. "I've never touched her, because unlike you, Cindy takes her marriage vows seriously, and I respect her too much to talk her into anything she doesn't want. And she doesn't want to cheat, which is more than I can say about you."

"That's a damn lie," he said, and now he started coming toward me in a menacing way. "What do you know?"

"I know all about you and your whores, your mistress," I said as I searched for something with which to defend myself. "And I know about the beatings. You aren't much of a man if you have to beat up a woman to prove yourself."

That did it. He came at me, and the only thing that stopped him was the large axe I happened to stumble over as I scrambled away from him. I held it in front of me, and now the fire was in my eyes.

"Unless you want me to chop you into little pieces, you'd better back off and get out of my house," I said loudly.

"If you know what's good for you, you'd better tell me where she is," Gordon yelled.

"Over my dead body," I yelled back.

"That can be arranged," he shot back.

"Are you threatening me?" I said.

"Take it however you choose," he said, realizing, I guess, that he'd gone too far. "Just know this. If my wife and kids aren't back home by noon tomorrow, I'm having you charged with kidnapping."

"Then you'd better be prepared to answer a charge of domestic abuse," I said, still holding the axe at ready. "I saw what you did to her last night, and you've got a lot to answer for. I'm sure the media will love it. Family-values conservative representative charged with beating his wife. Great photo op, don't you think? Leave her alone, Gordon, or the media gets the photos. And that's not a threat; that's a promise."

Actually, I had no intention of not letting the police and everyone have the photos. I was going to ruin my brother, ruin him good. In fact, I ruined him too good, because it left him mentally unhinged, in my opinion.

As soon as Gordon left, I called Gloria and told her that Cindy and the kids needed to be moved to a safe house, somewhere that I didn't know about, so that I could be honest when I was asked where they were. Then I called the shelter and told Cindy to be ready to move as soon as Gloria arrived.

I knew the shelter wasn't a safe place for Cindy. As a legislator, I was sure Gordon knew about the place, or knew how to find out its whereabouts. And he did, in fact, come around looking for them, long after they had fled.

As I sat in my shop that afternoon replaying the events that had just unfolded, I made a critical decision. I realized that the isolation in the country that I had so prized was now a threat. I needed a way to defend myself in the likely event that Gordon came calling again.

The prosecution in my murder trial would make a lot out of what I did next, but I did what I felt I had to do. As I said, I'm a pacifist by nature and I'm slow to anger. But I also said that I'm a realist, and I wasn't going to sit by passively and let Gordon attack Cindy and me with impunity.

So I drove across town, to a gun shop, and bought me a pistol. I looked at a lot of types and settled for a 9mm Glock. I wanted something that could bring a man down with one shot, if necessary, and I realized that a .22 or a .38 really didn't do what I needed.

I had to wait 48 hours before the purchase was final, during which time the police visited my house seeking information about Gordon. Cindy had pressed charges and had filed for divorce, and I had thoughtfully provided the extra evidence they needed.

Of course, as expected, it was front-page news when Gordon was arrested. He proclaimed his innocence and suggested that it was "her lover," who had beaten her up. With the evidence the police had collected, it was a defense that most practical observers didn't buy.

It was hard, but I knew I had to stay away from Cindy as much as I could, because I knew Gordon had the resources to have me watched. And over the next few months, while their divorce was being contested, he peppered me with harassing phone calls.

It wasn't just him, either. I got dozens of calls and e-mails from his infuriated constituents, calling me a liberal pinko fag who was out to destroy a strong voice for family values because of jealousy.

I actually had to laugh at the notion. Gordon had nothing for me to be jealous of, but his campaign of harassment started to cost me work.

For Cindy, fighting Gordon in the divorce case was equally distressing. She rented a small house in a quiet neighborhood under an assumed name and got a job, then sent the girls to live with one of her two sisters, who lived in another state, for the summer.

I guess Gordon's legal team, including Karen, advised him that it wouldn't look good if it was suspected that he was stalking Cindy and threatening me. So he backed off somewhat, and he did his best to stall both the criminal proceedings and the divorce.

Cindy, however, prudently stayed away from him, kept him in the dark as to where she lived, and made sure that any contact she had with him was through the lawyers.

In the end, when push came to shove, Gordon was forced to plead no contest to the domestic abuse charge and he finally relented on the divorce settlement. All Cindy really wanted was her freedom, plus custody of the girls, and that's about all she got.

Gordon didn't bother to show up when the final divorce decree was signed, which I thought was odd. After it was over, I took Cindy and the girls out to lunch, then we went for ice cream. The next Saturday, two days after the divorce was final, Cindy got a babysitter and I called on her for our first formal date.

God, she looked good when I went to pick her up that night. It was a beautiful autumn evening in mid-October, and she looked like a million dollars. We went to dinner then we drove out to a hilltop near my cabin, sat under the stars and looked down on the lights of the city.

"When you wish upon a star..." I heard Cindy softly sing, then she pulled me to her and we kissed, slowly at first, but with mounting passion. Our time had finally come, and I couldn't wait. I drove my tongue into her mouth, and I could feel the trembling of her body.

I pulled her body to me and let my hands roam, and this time I didn't stop. I filled my hands with her breasts, and I felt her hand drop into my lap. I was bursting hard, but I was willing to wait a little longer to treat this goddess like she deserved to be treated.

"Let's go back to my place," I whispered, and she just nodded her head.

We were like two newlyweds as we entered the house. I did lock the door behind me, for all the good that did.

When we got in my bedroom, I turned on the bedside lamp and looked deep in Cindy's eyes. I saw reflected in those luminous globes all the hopes she had for a new life with a man who truly loved her, as I did.

Gone was the vacant look of depression that had clouded her eyes in the months before she left Gordon, replaced by an excitement I hadn't seen in a long time.

I reached behind her and unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. Her breasts were covered by a thin black bra that did little to hide her charms, and a pair of bikini panties that I quickly discovered were damp with the dew of her arousal.

She got my shirt off, then my pants. We were panting by this time, ready to finally consummate the passion we had held back for so long. We didn't bother with trying to be seductive about finishing the job of undressing. We simply got naked and climbed in bed.

We were kissing frantically as I rolled Cindy onto her back, got on top of her, while she grasped my cock, and I eased myself into her hot pussy. She was wet and tight as I slid in all the way, and she immediately wrapped her arms and legs around me and went positively crazy.

"Oh God! Oh God!" she cried lustily. "I've wanted this for sooooo looooong! God, please fuck me Scott! Fuck me and make me come!"

I wrapped my arms around Cindy and gave her what she wanted, what she'd needed for so long. I drove my cock relentlessly in her spastic pussy and it only took a few minutes before she was coming hard and fast. Her body twitched and jerked as she let out the feelings she'd kept buried for so long.

I would love to say I fucked Cindy for hours on end, but the truth is I'd been so long without myself that my control didn't hold up for long. Once Cindy had separated from Gordon and I started to see a real future together for us, I put my other physical relationships aside and focused on her.

I could feel the rusty tingle of incipient orgasm, and I drove back and forth in Cindy's delirious cunt with added intensity. She was working her hips hard, meeting my incoming thrusts with equal power and passion.

"Oh yeah!" I groaned, and she urged me on, urged me to fill her up with my hot creamy cum, and I did just that.

With a grunt and a groan, I plunged extra deep then let it all out. I jerked, she jerked, and I released a torrent of spicy-hot semen as we clutched at each other with everything we had. We kissed wildly as we gave ourselves over to each other's mutual pleasure.

For long, precious seconds, I kept driving my cock into her pussy, shooting little mini-bursts of cum into her, and she kept humping back at me, trying to milk me of everything I had to give.

Finally, I was drained, and I felt my sated cock slide from her dilated hole, followed by a flow of hot cum, then I rolled over, gathered Cindy in my arms and felt total contentment wash over me.

In the classic Western, "Little Big Man," there is that moment on a snowy dawn when Jack Crabb has just met his new son after spending the night with his wife's three sisters, in the finest Cheyenne custom.

It was the moment when everything in his life was perfect, when he had the beautiful wife, a new baby, a contented life with the Indians – minutes before Custer and the Seventh Cavalry descended upon the camp and massacred everything in sight, including his wife and new-born child.

That's about how the next few moments unfolded for me.

I was lying in bed after finally getting the woman I'd been in love with for years, after she was finally free – legally free – of her abusive husband. I was going to have her and the two adorable daughters I'd always loved as if they were my own, the way I'd always dreamed of.

Life was perfect.

Then Custer arrived, in the form of my brother.

I was lying in the sweaty afterglow of sex when I heard a noise from the front room. I got up and retrieved my pistol from the nightstand. I was taking no chances.

I had just crossed the threshold of my bedroom when I felt something hard hit me across my stomach. I doubled over in pain and I just managed to roll back into the bedroom. Fortunately, I kept hold of the gun, and managed to avoid the swing that Gordon took with an aluminum baseball bat.

Cindy screamed as she saw Gordon looming in the doorway.

"You lying sack of shit!" he yelled. "You two couldn't even wait until the ink was dry before you started shacking up. You little shit! You thought you could defeat me, but I always win."

"Gordon, please get out!" Cindy yelled. "I'm not your wife any more and I can do as I please."

"You think I care what some lezzie judge says?" Gordon raged. "You think you can just walk out on me, take my children and not face the consequences? You're my wife until I say so, and now I'm going to take what a husband takes from his wife."

He strode toward the bed, but stopped short when I stood up, holding the pistol in front of me.

"Gordon, get out of my house before I shoot you," I said softly.

"Scotty Boy, you won't shoot me," Gordon said. "You haven't got the guts to pull that trigger. You're just a pussy, a liberal tree hugger who can't stand violence. Isn't that what you've always said? See? I'm going to beat you senseless, like I did when we were kids, I'm going to fuck my wife – MY WIFE! – then I'm taking her back home, where she belongs. I don't give a rat's ass what you two think, what some liberal judge thinks. Cindy belongs to ME! And I'm sure as hell not going to lose her to you."

"Bad move, Gordon," I said, and I pulled the trigger.

The first shot hit him in the right shoulder, he staggered back and got this shocked look on his face like he couldn't believe I'd really shot him. Then his face darkened, he picked up the bat with his left hand and started to charge at me.

But he only managed a couple of steps, because I calmly pulled the trigger again and this time I dropped him with a shot to the heart. He was dead before he hit the floor.

See, I hadn't just bought a pistol and kept it around. I'd practiced with it, a lot. One of the benefits of living in the country was that I could walk out my back door and take target practice any time I wanted, and I'd had plenty of time to practice.

Still, shooting at a tree and shooting at a live target are two entirely different things, especially when the live target is your own brother. Nevertheless, I'd done what I had to do, and I'd do it again if necessary.

Time seemed to stand still as Cindy and I stared at each other, then at the body lying dead on the floor. I realized that somehow Gordon had burned a copy of the key to my cabin and he'd let himself in. I firmly believe he was prepared to kill me, and Cindy too, once he'd raped her.

"Oh my God," she whispered. "Scott, what are we going to do?"

"Back off the bed carefully, throw on some clothes then let me call 911," I said. "Don't touch anything."

The sheriff came out, along with the crime-scene techs and the investigators, and the detectives interrogated us quite intensely, and with considerable hostility.

I knew the moment I saw the sheriff arrive that this was going to be trouble, because he was a crony of Gordon's, a Republican like him, and I had to figure he was going to put the worst possible spin on what had happened.

They didn't arrest me right away. But it didn't take them long to decide that I had committed a crime, regardless of what I'd told them, what Cindy had told them. About a week after the shooting, they came to the house, arrested me, and I was charged with first-degree murder.

Turns out, Gordon still had powerful allies in the Republican Party, which controlled the Legislature, the governor's office and the district attorney's office, and they wanted to see Rep. Luke's killer charged with murder, especially since the killer was the representative's "hippie" brother.




My Brother's Wife



Politically, I'm not necessarily a liberal on all issues, but I had long been an advocate for causes I felt strongly about, and some of those causes were liberal. It seemed pretty obvious to me that my crime wasn't so much killing my brother as opposing the things he'd supposedly stood for.

Although the state wanted me remanded without bail, the judge at arraignment relented and set my bond at $500,000. It took three months for Cindy to raise the $50,000 it took to get me out of jail, but it was money well spent.

To this day, I have trouble seeing how experienced investigators could have looked at the scene in my bedroom and come to any conclusion other than self-defense. I wasn't dealing with city detectives, however, but county dicks, and they bought into what Gordon's buddies told them.

Apparently, Gordon had told several of his friends that I had asked him to come out that night, and he had told them that we were going to settle our differences.

All of that was patently false, and was proven patently false in court. But it was enough to convince the sheriff and the district attorney, who was up for reelection in just a few weeks, that I was this rebellious black-sheep brother who had set Gordon up for a fatal fall.

The prosecutors also made much of the fact that Cindy and I had hooked up two days after the divorce was final, insinuating that we'd been having an affair all along. But no one could produce any evidence proving we'd had sex prior to the night of the shooting.

Of course, my purchase of the pistol, and my subsequent target practice was a big element in their case. But I never wavered from my contention that I was in fear for my life and that living in the country like I did, it was a good practice to be proficient with a firearm.

At first, the state offered me a deal: five to 10 years for pleading to first-degree manslaughter. I laughed at them and told them I wasn't guilty of anything.

However, there was more bravado than confidence there. I knew what the powers in this state were capable of, and I knew they could marshal a lot of resources to bear against me. And, once I rejected their plea offer, they were adamant about trying me for first-degree murder.

But I have a lot of friends, and they pitched in to help pay for Suzanne Jaworski, the best criminal defense attorney in the state. Gloria Miller, my old friend who had helped Cindy in her divorce, also joined my defense team pro bono.

I also got plenty of grass-roots support from across the country, friends I'd made in the music business, friends I'd made in the course of making instruments and others who were just outraged at what they saw as an unjust prosecution.

And from the beginning, I had support from the media, especially the city's daily newspaper, which called my prosecution, "a politically-motivated vendetta."

I was indeed fortunate in having good lawyers, because the state had somehow put together a lot of supposition, innuendo and wisps of facts to make a fairly convincing circumstantial case, if you were already inclined to think poorly of me.

But Suzanne and Gloria took each piece of evidence, each little issue the state brought forward against me and picked their case apart, piece by piece. Plus, they brought in their own crime-scene experts who testified that everything was laid out just like I had said to the investigators that night.

Especially damning were the photos I'd taken of Cindy the night she fled Gordon and the evidence I'd amassed of his extracurricular activities. They painted the picture of Gordon we wanted the jury to see, that of an unstable hypocrite who was fully capable of breaking into my home and attacking me.

We took a big gamble when I decided to take the stand in my own defense. Suzanne said it was a risk because it opened me up to an aggressive cross-examination, but I argued that if I didn't believe in myself, how could I expect 12 strangers to believe in me?

There were a few times when the prosecution's grilling got me a little agitated, but for the most part I kept my cool, told my story and I never deviated from it. They never caught me in a lie, because I knew I had the truth on my side.

When it came time for closing statements, Suzanne spoke matter-of-factly. She took each issue the state had brought out in support of first-degree murder and reduced each one to ashes, at least in my opinion.

The assistant DA who had prosecuted the case, on the other hand, went through all sorts of histrionics. He railed at the jury that I was insanely jealous of Gordon's success, that I had coveted his wife and had staged her injuries, and that I had lured my brother to my home on the pretext of reconciling, then shot him dead.

Never mind the baseball bat that Gordon had clutched in his hand when he died, which the prosecution absurdly suggested he'd brought with him because he was afraid of me.

Our character witnesses had pretty much demolished that argument by trotting out a parade of old school acquaintances who said that it was Gordon who had terrorized me through the years, not the other way around.

So I stood there, confident that we had done the best we could, but still apprehensive about the verdict. The jury had been out a day and a half, which we couldn't get a read on. They hadn't come to a speedy conclusion, but they hadn't belabored the deliberations, either.

As the foreperson began to read the verdict, I squeezed my eyes shut, wondering if I would be allowed to get on with my life, with the woman I loved, or if I would spend the rest of my life in prison.

"We, the people, find the defendant, Scott Luke, not guilty," the woman said.

At first, I couldn't quite grasp that she'd actually said the two words that gave me my life back. Then I heard the courtroom erupt in absolute chaos, and for a moment I thought a riot was going to break out.

Gordon had had passionate defenders among the gallery, but I'd had my share as well, and there was some concern that Gordon's partisans would attack my supporters and a full-scale brawl would break out.

In the midst of the bedlam, I turned to Cindy and we hugged each other with the passion of two people who'd just been liberated.

We'd lived apart in the interim, but we'd spent a good bit of time together and we had become comfortable with each other in every way. We truly were in love, and the fact that she and the girls supported me was a huge mark in my favor.

It had been a long, stressful ordeal, but now we were free to marry, which is what she wanted, and I was free to adopt Sarah and Mary, which I wanted.

I turned to look for my mother and my sister, but they looked away without speaking and walked out. I figured I'd lost them forever, but that was fine with me. They'd never had much use for me, so I wasn't going to lose sleep over their feelings.

Later, at a press conference arranged by my lawyers, several members of the jury spoke out forcefully about the weakness of the state's case. One juror even said he couldn't believe the case had ever gone to the grand jury in the first place.

And the jury forewoman, who had looked at me so sternly throughout the trial, spoke of the thing that turned the case for her. Smiling broadly, she credited Cindy's daughters.

"When they spoke up for Mr. Scott," she said. "That told me all I needed to know about his character. Children will tell the truth, if you just leave them alone. And those girls spoke the truth when they called Scott Luke their real daddy."

Suzanne and Gloria took us to dinner that night at a downtown restaurant, and it turned into a victory party, as many of my friends and supporters came out to congratulate me. It was gratifying, but still, I felt a little hollow.

I could finally go home, but my life was still a shambles. I'd managed to keep my home, but I'd had to sell many of my tools to help raise money for my defense. Plus, I rented a small studio apartment to stay in the city while I was on trial, which ate up much of what savings I'd had.

Of course, I hadn't able to work much during the year and a half that it took for the case to go through the system. As a result, my business had collapsed, so at that moment my only source of income was performing, and I wasn't good enough to make a living by singing and playing bluegrass music.

Even though I was a free man, the trial had cost me plenty, but I still had the love of Cindy and her daughters.

The girls had stayed with Cindy's other sister, the one that lives in the city, during the last days of the trial, so Cindy's house was empty as we arrived after the party broke up. She invited me in and fixed a pot of coffee, because she could see that I was restless.

We sat together on her sofa, sipping coffee in silence. There was so much I wanted to say, so much I wanted to do, but Cindy beat me to it. She finished her cup, set it aside, leaned over and pulled me to her. She kissed me softly at first, but with mounting passion.

At that moment, I was consumed by a wild lust that needed release. I had been so stressed over the outcome of my trial that I'd suffered from some impotence in the preceding weeks. Cindy and I hadn't been together sexually in several months, and I'd not even had the desire – or ability – to masturbate, had I been so inclined.

I kissed her back, hard, letting my tongue joust with hers as we wrestled on the couch. Now that I was free, I could feel the life surging back to my groin, reviving my virility. Finally, after several minutes of furious necking, Cindy pulled away, then stood up.

"Relax, lie back and enjoy," she said. "This is for you."

With that she reached and unpinned her hair, which fell about her shoulders in auburn waves. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, tossed it aside, then undid her slacks and let them fall to the floor.

I just drank in the lovely sight in front of me, her tall, slender frame clad in only a matching blue bra and panty set. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, tossed it to the side, then shimmied out of her panties.

Cindy was swaying lustfully as she stood in front of me naked. I stared at her beautiful breasts, sitting high and proud on her chest, the flat stomach, the wondrous butt, the long legs and the rust-colored patch of hair that framed her sex.

I was hard as steel, harder than I could ever remember, even that first fateful night at my cabin. She knelt then, between my legs, reached up and began to slowly unbutton my shirt. She raked her long fingernails over my chest and lightly pinched my nipples.

She went for my shoes next, and then my socks, before reaching up to unbuckle my belt and undo my pants. She pulled my boxers off with my slacks, and my cock bounced up, hard and ready. I lay back naked, ready to let this woman do anything she wanted with me.

"Mmmmmm, that looks nice," she cooed as she hefted my cock in both hands.

"That feels nice," I answered softly. "God, it feels so good to be with you without a cloud hanging over us."

"Shhhhhhh," Cindy admonished me. "I don't want to talk about anything right now. I just want to love you. We can talk later."

Cindy put her face right up close to my cock, sort of running her nose up and down the shaft, inhaling my essence. Her tongue quickly followed, sliding up the underside of my cock and ending with a big swipe at the ball of pre-cum that boiled out the tip. 

She swirled her tongue around the head a couple of times then opened her mouth and sucked me in. She wrapped her lips around the shaft of my pole and took all but a couple of inches into her maw. She was humming with satisfaction as she worked her mouth up and down on my purple boner.

I could feel a cumload of massive proportions building steam, and I could tell that Cindy was sitting on a powder keg herself, from the way she was strumming her clit with one hand while the other held my cock.

I made myself a mental note that I was going to get a good taste of that juicy snatch before the night was over, but right then all we were interested in was physical closeness.

It's a measure of just how in-tune Cindy and I were, because at that very moment, she pulled her mouth off my cock. I got a thudding jolt in my gut as I saw the thick strands of saliva and pre-cum that lingered, moments after she released my cock from her lips.

Cindy just stared at me with a hot look on her face as she climbed back on the sofa, straddled my hips and eased her hot, swampy pussy onto my dick. When she had the head of my cock firmly in the grip of her opening, she let go of my dick and sank down onto me.

We both groaned heavily as her hot walls enveloped me. Cindy gripped my shoulders with both hands while I wrapped my arms around her back and drew her to me. As she worked her hips up and down on my throbbing dick, we kissed hard, our lips and tongues battling furiously.

I had fucked her quite a few times in the interim, but this was just extra-special. We were free, completely, free to be together without having to worry about Gordon, without having to worry about the possibility of prison.

I might have been content to kiss Cindy's luscious lips forever, but I had something else I wanted to get my lips on. I pulled her up just a bit, so that her tits were dangling over my mouth, and I suckled her nipples, licking, kissing, nibbling on her hard pink tips.

Cindy gave out a contented moan, and her movements began to pick up as I worked my hands and mouth on her hand-sized tits. Her eyes were closed as she let the feelings wash over her, the feelings of love, lust and devotion.

Little gasps escaped her mouth as her climax came to a head, which meant she was really feeling it, because she's not very vocal during sex. When she approaches a climax, her body is what makes the noise, and she was shaking and thrashing as she rode me hard.

"Mmmmm, yeah!" she cried. "Please, Scott, come with me. Let it go for me, let me feel your cum in me."

And I was ready to give her what she wanted, as I worked my hips up hard, driving my cock deep into her twitching cunt. Just about the time Cindy jerked hard and her body convulsed in climax, I felt the hard crackle of cum boiling out of my scrotum.

With a sharp gasping cry, I held Cindy tight as I erupted in a volcano of hot, thick semen. I let a fountain of cum bathe her womb, filling her with so much hot cream that it flowed out of her cunt and over my balls.

We kissed wildly then, and in the midst of our passion, I couldn't hold back. I started sobbing then, finally releasing all of the emotions I'd held in check for so long.

I had killed a man – my own brother – and had faced a life in captivity as a result. While I knew I was in the right, that I had defended myself and my lover, as any man would have, it was still a hard thing to accept.

Plus, I was so in love with Cindy, the woman I'd wanted for so long. I'd waited patiently all those years, doing the right thing by keeping my hands off of her, in spite of my feelings. I'd finally gotten her, then I'd had to face the possibility that I might still have to live my life without her, had I been convicted.

Cindy just held me as I let it all out, tenderly kissing my forehead, my eyes, my cheeks, my nose, everywhere my tears were falling.

"I'm sorry," I said softly after I'd finally composed myself. "I guess I just needed to let some things out."

"Don't be sorry for crying," Cindy said. "That's one of the things I love about you, that you're not afraid to cry. I've worried about you these past few months because you were so ... quiet, so bottled up. I've been waiting for you to open up and let it out like that."

"Honey, I needed to hold it in, because I knew that if I was convicted, that kind of emotionalism would get me in trouble in prison," I said. "When I was in jail, before I bonded out, I saw what they did to the whiners, the snivelers. It wasn't pretty. You've got to at least appear strong in jail, because they'll exploit any sign of weakness."

"But they left you alone, didn't they?" Cindy said.

"That's because they knew what I'd done, and what I did earned me some respect from them," I said. "Jailhouse justice is a funny thing. I killed a man who had attacked me and the woman I loved, and in jail that's something they respect. But I also made sure I didn't show any fear, regardless of how afraid I really was, and I made it a point to be friendly with the baddest dude in the place."

We sat there quietly, then I suggested we get a shower. We stepped in under the warm spray and just held each other, letting the soothing water ease our tension. We had it just warm enough to be comfortable, because we wanted to make the hot water last.

The thick, wet strands of Cindy's hair fell about her face and shoulders, giving her gorgeous eyes that much more life as I kissed my way down her neck, to her breasts. I sucked each of her nipples, feeling them respond to me.

At the same time, I sawed a couple of fingers between her legs, while rolling my thumb over her hard clit. Cindy gasped softly as I slid two fingers into her pussy, and I got a jolt myself from the slimy feeling of my cum that was still coating her inner lining.

As I worked on Cindy with one hand, my other hand began to lightly stroke my cock, getting it back up to full roar. But I wasn't ready to use it just yet.

I knelt on the floor of the bathtub, in front of Cindy, and pressed my face to her crotch. She obliged me by opening her legs and propping one foot on the side of the tub. I just stared at her pretty pink pussy, framed by her dripping wet bush.

I took a big swipe with my tongue over the outside of her labia, then circled her clit with the tip. She gasped again, louder this time, and I knew I was on the right track. I wrapped both hands around her butt and pulled her to me, working my lips and tongue furiously on her cunt.

Cindy's hands gripped the back of my head as I gave every bit of oral expertise I'd accumulated over the years. Her hips were jerking in rhythm as I speared her depths with my tongue and sucked her with my lips. Little mewling sounds escaped her lips as I sucked, licked, even chewed lightly on her boiling-hot pussy.

She was right there, and I knew what would send her tumbling over the edge. I pulled my face away from her and turned her around, so that she was facing the wall opposite the shower spigot.

I leaned her over so that her butt was sticking out, with her hot pink pussy and her asshole exposed to me. I reached up and spread her butt cheeks then dove in with supreme relish. I slashed a wet path from her anus to her pussy and back again.

I opened her ass with my tongue and plunged it past her tight ring, then slid my mouth down and vacuumed her pussy. I varied my attack, so she never was sure when I was going to work her pussy and when I was going to lave her ass.

Looking up, I saw that Cindy was leaning with her head against the wall, her eyes shut tight as her climax reached its peak.

Right on cue, she stiffened and moaned, "Ohhhhhhhhh! Scott!"

Then her body shook hard with her orgasm. I gave her just enough time for her body to calm down, then I stood up on shaky legs. My cock was like an iron bar as I gripped it hard with one hand, and used the other hand to steady myself as I slid right up her flooded canal in one hard thrust.

The warm water cascaded over us as I quickly hit ramming speed, fucking my lover from behind with everything I had. And Cindy was working her hips back on me with every bit as much ardor as I was coming at her.

If this coupling lacked the intensity of earlier, it was more than offset by the sheer joy we were feeling at that moment. I was happily fucking the love of my life under a rapidly cooling stream of water, without a care in the world.

When the last of the hot water ran out, I pulled out of Cindy's pussy, reached around and shut the water off, then we scrambled out of the tub.




My Brother's Wife



We didn't bother to dry off or go to the bedroom. We just laid the towels on the floor, Cindy got down on her knees, leaning against the tub, reached under her body to open up her swollen labia and begged me to fuck her and to fuck her hard.

And I did just that. I plunged my cock back into her hot pussy and began to work it hard back and forth in her twitching cunt. Her sugary walls clenched at me as I pulled back and pushed in, working at a steady rhythm.

As I fucked Cindy with powerful strokes, I leaned over her back, wrapped my hands around her dangling breasts and squeezed them just hard enough to make her moan and squirm.

We were both hurtling toward a truly awesome orgasm, and I wanted to make sure we got there at the same time. As I felt Cindy's body start to stiffen, I pulled out of her pussy, sawed my cock between her butt cheeks a couple of times, then rammed it back in her cunt.

I did that a couple of times, as Cindy reached a frothing peak. As she shimmied on her knees under me, she looked back at me with a look of pure lust that I'd never seen on her face before.

"I want to taste you," she panted. "Come in my mouth, please. I want to taste your cum."

I was almost there, and I worked my cock hard deep in her pussy about a dozen more thrusts, until I felt my orgasm building an unstoppable momentum. With a gasp, I wrenched my cock from Cindy's pulsing pussy and stood up quickly while Cindy turned toward me slightly and opened her mouth.

I stared into her eyes as I jacked myself hard several times before spewing a succession of hard cumshots onto her outstretched tongue. I managed to hit the target with the first few spurts, but a couple flew up to her cheek and a couple of others were smeared on her chin.

I got a huge thrill out of watching Cindy swallow my hot cum and from the way she slid the head of my cock into her mouth and milked the last oozing drops of semen from my body.

When I was finally empty of everything I had to give, I pulled Cindy up and we kissed, hot and hard. I got another little lustful jolt at the taste of my cum on her mouth, as we embraced languidly in her bathroom.

Then we wrapped our arms around each other's shoulder and strolled leisurely to bed.

------

A year has come and gone since that fateful day, when 12 jurors decided that I had indeed killed my brother in self-defense, not cold-blooded murder.

As soon as the girls were out of school for the year, a few weeks after the trial ended, Cindy and I got married in a quiet little ceremony at a chapel on one of the college campuses in the city.

We only invited a few close friends and members of Cindy's family. Some of them had had doubts about our relationship, but they quickly saw that I made Cindy happy, far happier than she'd ever been with Gordon.

I didn't expect anyone from my family to show up, so I was pleasantly stunned when my sister Karen walked in and sat down in the back just a few minutes before the service began. Later, at the reception, she pulled me aside and we talked, for the first time in almost two years.

"Scott, you know Mother will never forgive you for what you did," she said. "She always thought Gordon walked on water."

"I figured as much," I said. "What about you? Do you still hate me?"

"I'm just sorry it all happened the way it did," she said with a sigh. "But I can't spend the rest of my life hating you for defending yourself. I could see it coming, and I kept telling him to just let it go, but he was obsessed with destroying you. He really did hate you, at the end."

"Like Cain and Abel," I said softly.

"You know, I have to blame Cindy for a lot of it," she said, and that surprised me, because I'd always thought they got along well.

"Why do you say that?" I said.

"If she'd just had the guts to call off the wedding to Gordon after she met you, none of this would have happened," Karen said. "I knew you two were in love all along, and I think Gordon did too. I saw it that day at the shower, the way you looked at each other. And I saw the conflicting emotions in the way she went through that day, and through the next few weeks. She could have saved us all a lot of grief if she'd done the right thing then."

"That's all water under the bridge, Karen," I said. "And you'd have been asking a lot of a shy young woman who always did what her parents wanted her to do. They'd already shelled out a bundle for the wedding and they wanted her to marry Gordon."

"Well, anyway, I'm happy for you both, and for the girls," Karen said. "I don't expect you and me to be buddy-buddy, but I want you in my life, Scott. I don't think Mother's going to last too long, and you're the only family I've got left."

We hugged then and parted as friends.

Cindy and I went to Jamaica for our honeymoon, and it was everything we'd hoped it would be. When we got back, I had a life-changing piece of mail waiting on me.

The letter was from a well-known country music star and it contained a check for $20,000. It seems he'd read about my case, read about the difficulty I'd had with my business while I was fighting for my freedom, he'd talked to some people about me and he wanted me to come see him in Nashville.

I met him at his office on Music Row, and he offered to build me a workshop in the hills outside Nashville, if would move there and custom make instruments for him. He also said he'd pass my name around to his friends, and invited me to sit in on some recording sessions.

I talked to Cindy about it, and we agreed that a new start in a new location was the best thing we could do.

I hated to part with my cabin, but Cindy was never comfortable there, with the bitter memories it contained, so I sold it and we pulled up stakes for Nashville.

It's been everything I could have hoped for. I've got more work now than I know what to do with, I've gotten to play with some of the biggest names in the business, and Cindy helps me keep my books. We spend as much time as we can together, and with the girls.

A few months ago, I formally adopted Sarah and Mary, so now I really am their real daddy.

And last week, Cindy came home with a surprise. She had decided not long after we moved to Nashville to have her tubal ligation reversed, and that day she brought home the welcome news that she's pregnant.

So I'm finally going to have a child of my own, with the woman I've loved since the first time I saw her.

Cindy and I went through hell to get to where we are today, with everything we always wanted. But now we can look ahead, and hopefully we'll have a long, happy life together.

I think we earned it. 



My Brother's Wife



Since the day he was born I've been overshadowed by my younger brother. He's always been the better-looking one. At school I was the big, loud joker, the guy who spent half his life outside the head's office waiting to be given the belt across my backside; Ewan was the slight, quiet, artistic one, who could charm the birds out of the trees. I'm sure even a couple of the younger mistresses had a crush on him. On the rugby field I was the hefty forward, all brawn, throwing my weight around; my wee kid brother was the twinkle-toed star winger, dazzling everyone with his pace and agility. He got four Higher education certificates and went away to the prestige of Stirling University. I left school at 17, before I took my Highers, went into my dad's haulage business and by the age of 20 I was running it, after the old man had a stroke at the age of 57. And when he got married, Ewan outshone me again.

I always had the gift of the gab at school, and I had no problem attracting the kind of girls who'd let you feel up their skirt at the end of the fish dock for a fag and a couple of Bacardi-and-cokes. The kind of girls I really wanted to know – the intelligent ones, who studied hard and knew they weren't going to spend their lives trapped in little Kirkhaven, gutting mackerel till the end of their days – they, naturally, were attracted to Ewan. If I'd taken my Highers I'd have done well enough to go to university too: everybody said so. But I was too free with my cock. Three other lads in the school had had their way with Jeannie to my certain knowledge, but I was the one she fell pregnant to – at least, that's what she said. In those days that meant just one thing: a good kicking from her three big trawlerman brothers, then a quick trip to see the minister, a hurried wedding followed by a weekend's honeymoon down the coast in Largs in the pissing rain, and back to work the next day. Both of us were working for Dad in the hauliers. Then seven months later, along came Gillian. Jeannie and I made the best of it, we had some good times and rubbed along as you do; but I always believed that that one quick fuck had ruined my chances to escape to Edinburgh or Glasgow, or even just Inverness, and making a different life for myself.

And then, years later, Ewan came back to Kirky to teach at the school. He wasn't even coming back as head, but he was on the front page of the local rag, local boy made good comes home to grace us with his presence style of thing. And with him he brought his beautiful, sophisticated, private school educated fiancée. To be brought up in Morningside, the richest, most up-its-own-arse area of Edinburgh, if not the whole of Scotland, then settle in Kirkhaven, with its trademark ambience of diesel fuel and rotting fish, would have killed anyone with a weaker heart than Shona. It had been a short engagement, and Ma and I had only met her once before, when they'd come up for a weekend a few months previously. Even then they'd spent most of their time exploring the glens and peaks inland from the town. 

A month after arriving they had a big wedding – the tartan, the pipe band, the whole works. Gillian, she was 14 then, was a bridesmaid, and she and Shona both looked like angels in their oyster-coloured ruched silk dresses. I wasn't best man, a pal of Ewan's from Edinburgh did that. I danced twice with Shona at the reception though; she was one of the types of girls who never looked twice at me at school, but for the first time in my life, with her, I didn't feel awkward blethering with a pretty lassie. She laughed at all my jokes, she seemed genuinely interested in my views on things and we got on great. When she and Ewan departed for their two-week honeymoon in San Remo, Shona gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, and said it was lovely to have such a sweet, funny brother. As I watched the car drive away I felt a dig in the ribs and heard Jeannie's voice. "Hey, Romeo, remember me? I'm the one who married the thick ugly brother. Let's get home, I'm for my bed."

Shona got a job on the counter at the local chemist's at first, then went to the doctors' surgery as a receptionist. She brightened up the whole town, such a pretty smile, always cheerful, real empathy with patients – everyone loved her; especially me. They say you don't choose who you fall in love with. I certainly wouldn't have chosen to fall in love with my brother's wife. I had always told myself that I loved Jeannie – after all, we'd been married nigh on 15 years, we had a daughter, even if she was a stroppy wee cow who saw me as a loser and couldn't wait till she was old enough to flee Kirkhaven; but I'd never dreamed about Jeannie, not once, I'd never fantasised about her at quiet moments at work; and I'd certainly never felt my eyes get wet thinking about how much I'd miss her if she ever went out of my life. 

We used to visit Ewan and Shona in their isolated stone cottage just outside the town every two or three weeks. Jeannie hated it; Ewan and I had a cool relationship for brothers, and Jeannie regarded Shona as a stuck-up cow. There was absolutely no justification: Shona had never been anything but warm and friendly towards her. I used to look forward to those evenings, Shona and I had some really interesting conversations about the state of the world, the environment, all kinds of things. She also used to encourage me to renew my education. I told her I could just imagine what the lads down at Mackie's Bar would make of that, me going back to school, but she kept on about it. One evening, when we were alone – Jeannie was at the loo and Ewan was asleep in his chair – I told her, embarrassed and expecting her to laugh, about the poetry I wrote. I don't know why, or even how the subject came up - even Jeannie didn't know about that, it was just too personal. But Shona didn't laugh; she begged me to show her some examples. Eventually, as much to shut her up as anything when I heard Jeannie returning, I told her I'd come out the following Saturday with some. Ewan was taking the school shinty team to a match against Kingussie, so it would just be the two of us. 

Shona read the first two or three poems without comment, without even looking up at me. I sat crippled with embarrassment, knowing she was trying to work out how to tell me how awful they were without hurting my feelings too much. Then I saw a big tear drop from her cheek onto the paper. She looked up at me and her beautiful hazel eyes were sparkling with tears. She smiled and wiped her face. "Brian, they're lovely, really. You're so skilful at expressing complex, delicate emotions in just a handful of words. Honestly, I think you've got a genuine talent. You should publish." Laughing at that, as much in relief that she liked them as anything, I told her if I did that and went back to school the lads in Mackie's would really think I was on the turn, and they'd be scared to turn their backs on me. Suddenly aware that a crude homophobic reference like that would probably offend her I felt myself blushing. But she laughed, genuinely amused at my characterisation of my red-faced, beer-gut laden drinking mates. "Well that's their problem, and the worlds of art and education's loss." A couple of weeks later though, to Jeannie's disgust, some stuff arrived through the post about an evening course that would take me on a 60-mile round trip once a week.

The first time I danced with Shona after her wedding was my birthday, a few weeks after I'd started the course. I hired the seamen's hall and a local ceilidh band who threw in an '80s disco between their set. It was a good night, and Shona and I danced a reel together, collapsing onto each other's shoulders afterwards with laughter and exhaustion. Towards the end of the night one or two slow tracks came on the disco. As the opening strains of True by Spandau Ballet started up I caught Shona's eye across the hall and asked her with hand gestures if she'd give me a dance. She laughed and mouthed "Okay", and we met in the centre of the crowded dance floor, an arm round each other's waists and our hands intertwined. With the combination of the dimmed lights, the slow, romantic rhythm, a few pints of lager, my arm round a beautiful woman whose perfume filled my head...I suddenly realised that I had an enormous hard-on, which had been pressing into her pelvis for a good few seconds. Horrified at what she must think, I was about to jerk my hips away from her when it occurred to me that she hadn't disengaged from me: on the contrary, I was absolutely certain I felt her rub against me. Scarcely daring to breathe for the rest of the dance I buried my face in her hair, inhaling the fruity aroma it held, too scared to really enjoy the continued soft bumping of our groins.

As the lights went up and the piano accordion announced the start of the next reel I pulled away from Shona and returned to my seat. Jeannie, talking drunkenly to a pal, had barely noticed I had moved. I felt hot, sweaty and deeply uncomfortable. I pinched a fag out of Jeannie's handbag – I'd been trying to give up for the previous six months – and pushed through the throng onto the deserted wee balcony behind the hall. Leaning on the wooden balustrade, about to light the smoke, I gazed at the lights of the building playing on the oily water of the harbour. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Brian, thanks for the dance, it was really nice." I turned my gaze to Shona. Her full, ruby lips were slightly parted, her eyes dark pools with her back to the building. Christ, she looked so gorgeous. I placed my arms around her upper back, slowly to give her a chance to react, and pressed my lips to hers. For a split second she responded – I know she did – then her head jerked back, her eyes widening in alarm, and she half-whispered and half-screamed, "Brian, no! What are you doing?" Confused and a wee bitty humiliated I mumbled something about thinking it was what she wanted. Lifting my arms from around her she said, sounding a little confused herself, "How could it be what I wanted? Brian, this is wrong." Then she turned on her heel and rushed inside. By the time I'd smoked my ciggie she and Ewan had left. The following day Shona 'phoned me in the office, her usual cheery self, thanked me for a great party, and confirmed that Jeannie and I were still coming round next Tuesday.

Relations between our two families were much the same as ever after that night, but I was a wee bit reserved around Shona. I knew it hadn't just been my imagination that she had responded to me, and I was angry that I'd been made to feel like the bad guy. The trouble was, when we were together I couldn't take my eyes off her. I found myself watching those sensual red lips dancing as she talked. It didn't help that both the business and my marriage were struggling at that time. There wasn't much call for a small haulage firm. With government restrictions meaning that fishing boats were spending more time in port than they were allowed to go to sea there was less produce to shift to market, and what there was was being picked up by the big players, who were starting to squeeze us small local firms out. With other local businesses struggling too there were cash flow problems, and the strain of all that was impacting on me and Jeannie. 

It all came to a head one night when I said something about Shona. She and Ewan were away on holiday at the time, and I can't even remember what it was I said, but Jeannie flew into a real strop. "For Christ's sake Brian, all I ever hear from you these days is fucking Shona. I sometimes wonder if you remember which brother it was who married her. Still, you might get lucky while they're away, Ewan might drown or something, then you can shift out of here and move in with that superior bitch and we'll all be happy." With that she stormed off to bed, I snapped at Gillian to wipe the smirk off her face, which pissed her off, then I went down to Mackie's and had a skinful. When I got back home, in the early hours of the morning, I was too pissed to get up the stairs and fell asleep on the front room sofa. The next morning, with me feeling like shit, Jeannie was banging around and came downstairs hauling a tightly packed suitcase. "I'm away to stay with my sister in Kirkintilloch, and Gilly's coming with me. If you ever decide you don't want to fuck Shona we might talk about coming back." She reacted to my stunned silence with a furious suppressed scream and hauled her case out the front door, closely followed by my loving daughter, giving me the finger on her way out. Two days later the bank folded the business.

About a week after that, Shona rang me at home. She talked brightly for a couple of minutes about her holiday then said, "I saw the yard was all locked up this morning. You given everyone the day off?" I told her the news about the business, and that, oh, by the way, Jeannie and I wouldn't be coming round later in the week as agreed because Jeannie had done a runner. Shona's response was to say she'd see me in a minute. It was actually about five minutes later that she came bustling through the door in her surgery uniform, to find me sitting with my head in my hands at the kitchen table, a three-day growth of stubble darkening my chin. She sat down across to me, held my hand, and asked me about what had happened. I hadn't missed Jeannie – or bloody Gillian come to that – but as I related my woes I began to well up with self-pity, and I buried my head in my arms on the kitchen table. Shona rushed around the table and sat in the chair next to mine, hugging me. "Oh Brian, love, I'm so sorry, oh God, you poor love." 

I raised my head to look at her and she started softly kissing my face, in sympathy for me. I slipped my face across hers and suddenly our lips were locked together, in a real kiss, my tongue deep in her mouth. She didn't pull away, but held my face in her hands, her eyes closed, pulling me more firmly onto her. It had all happened so quickly that it took me completely by surprise, but instinct just took over. I traced my lips down her throat, and onto the triangle of chest which showed between the v-neck of her collar. Her hands gripped the back of my head and I thought for a moment she was going to pull me away, but she simply gasped "Oh God". Almost without my realising it, one of my hands had slipped up her tanned bare leg and was tugging at the gusset of her white cotton pants. Again I simply followed my instincts. I don't think I needed tender lovemaking at that point, just some sort of pure, animalistic release of my frustration. I'd always been good at going down on Jeannie, she actually liked it more than me screwing her. I dragged the white pants down Shona's legs and off one foot, then pushed her dress up around her hips and thrust her legs roughly apart. Probably as amazed as me at the way things were moving so fast, she threw her head back and sat with her eyes tightly shut, a sort of hissing sound coming from behind her gritted teeth.

I could see she had just a single thin strip of dark hair extending across her pubic mound, a Brazilian wax. I pressed my face into her cunt and rubbed my nose up her lips, inhaling her mounting arousal, hearing a wordless cry escape from her mouth. I nuzzled her clit, then stroked my fingers across her pussy lips and inserted them deep inside her. I brought my tongue and teeth to bear, alternately licking and nibbling at her as she squirmed, shuffling her hips forward to impale herself more deeply on my face. I held her thighs tightly in my hands as she bucked and gasped to orgasm on my tongue. Savouring her sweet taste I felt my body untense, resting my head on her soft mound. Unbelievably, barely ten minutes had passed since she'd walked through the door. Together we stumbled through to the front room and, oblivious of only net curtains in the window separating the view of us from the main street outside, we lay on the sofa and kissed lovingly as she unzipped my fly, pulled out my rock-hard cock and slowly wanked me. I think she would have sucked me off if I'd asked her to, but I was happy with that. She carefully wiped my spunk off her hand and my prick with a paper tissue. Then, adjusting her dress and collecting her knickers from the kitchen, she knelt beside me and kissed me again. "Thanks Brian, I think we both needed that. It can't happen again though."

I stroked her sweet, flushed face with my hand. "I know. Shona, I'm sorry."

She placed a finger across my lips to silence me. "Don't be; like I said, it wasn't just you who needed it. It's been between us for a while; now we can both move on. Listen, I really am sorry about Jeannie, and the firm. If there's anything I can do – anything else I mean – you will let me know, won't you?" She left then, without any explanation of why she'd needed that release as much as me.

I lay on the sofa for a long while, my flaccid cock still outside my trousers. Aye right, we've made each other come now, that's out the way, we can move on. That's all right then. Oh Christ, if only. I wanted her more desperately than ever, and with that on top of everything else I just didn't know if I could cope. I didn't, not really. For the next week or so I drank too many cans of lager, I hardly saw anyone, I ate irregularly, just carry-outs from the fast food joints nearby. I slightly lost track of time, and I wasn't entirely sure how many days had passed when I woke up on the sofa, wearing the same clothes I'd out on two mornings before, wincing at the daylight as Shona flung back the curtains. She clapped her hands briskly. "Come on Brian, get up, it's too nice a day to be lazing around in here." Blearily I asked her what the hell was going on. Still coming on like a girl guide leader on speed she chirruped, "A little bird told me you've been moping around here for days, feeling sorry for yourself. Jesus, the place smells like a Chinese take-away. So I've taken the day off work – at very short notice – and we're going out for a picnic." She saw my look of irritated disbelief. "Now come on Brian, I've pissed my bosses off mightily, so let's make it worthwhile. You go and have a shave and, I'm sorry but, a long shower, I'll make you a nice strong coffee, then we can head off."

Muttering into my four-day beard I stumbled upstairs to do as I was instructed. I had to admit that, after cleaning myself up and sinking a large, very strong coffee I did feel considerably more human. When we got into Shona's Jeep I saw she really had placed a wicker picnic hamper on the back seat. While I sat with the window down, letting the cool air breathe life back into me, she kept up a constant stream of slightly desperate cheerful banter. After driving about 30 miles she pulled over and, carrying the hamper between us, we walked half a mile over hilly moorland to her chosen picnic spot. It really was quite lovely. A grassy hillock with daisies all around us, the sun glinting off a distant loch, with a backdrop of grey mountains, and a selection of sandwiches, cake, potato crisps, chocolate biscuits, fruit juice and coffee. After eating I lay back on the tartan blanket Shona had brought, absolutely stuffed and feeling more relaxed than I had for months. 

After several minutes of companionable silence Shona leaned over me, and asked softly, "Well, is it working? Are you feeling a bit better?" I sat up and looked into her eyes and...I just couldn't help myself. I slowly leaned into her and pressed my lips to hers, pushing my tongue against them. She resisted for a moment, then her shoulders seemed to relax and she let me in. I actually managed to make the kissing last about two minutes, with her tongue pushing its way back into my mouth, before she pulled away and placed a gentle hand on my chest. "That was nice, you're a good snogger Brian. But I meant what I said – we can't have sex again. Ever. I'm really very fond of you, and I value our friendship; but I'm married to your brother, and I do love him. Please understand that." Reluctantly I nodded and, after we'd been for a little walk in the nearby woods, hand in hand, we packed up the picnic things and she drove me back, from the green hills to the grey town and my crap existence in it.




My Brother's Wife



The following day I smartened myself up and went and had a word with an old pal, who found me a job in his carpentry business. I've always been good with my hands and, while the pay was nothing to write home about, it was better than drinking myself into an early grave in maudlin self-pity. It knocked me sideways a bit when I got a letter from a poncey firm of Glasgow solicitors, informing me that Mrs McArdle – Jeannie – was suing for divorce, but I coped. Shona got into the habit of 'phoning me about once a week, to see how I was doing, and she began inviting me for lunch every Sunday. Ewan didn't seem too chuffed, but Shona and I had some rare conversations over the dinner table about the world and all its doings. I sometimes thought that, for a teacher, Ewan didn't really seem to take that much interest in what was going on around us, he just affected a world weary boredom with it all.

Maybe two months after the picnic one of the local posties retired and I got his round. It meant getting up at the crack of dawn, delivering mail in the town and the surrounding area in all kinds of weather, but they were a good crowd down at the sorting office and we had a few laughs. It also meant I got off work about lunchtime, which gave me time to work on my poetry. Shona's reaction to it had really encouraged me, and I was building up quite a wee portfolio. One I was particularly pleased with, which I certainly didn't show her – not then, anyway – was called The Kiss. It was a about a sad guy on a beautiful hilltop with a girl and a picnic basket...

One day, just a few minutes after I'd got home from work and showered, there was a tap at the door and I opened it to admit Shona. She normally just breezed in as free as you like, so there was something odd there, but she seemed somehow a bit vague in herself, a bit spaced out. Not sure what was wrong, or why she was there in the middle of her working day, I sat her down in the kitchen and asked if I could get her a coffee. She shook her head, staring into space. Tea or a juice then? No. What would she like then, I asked her. For the first time since she'd arrived she looked me straight in the face, and said "I want to go to bed." Not sure if I'd understood her right I just stared at her with my mouth hanging open like a landed fish. She stood up, came over to me and flung her arms around my neck, hugging me tightly to her as her mouth attacked mine. I didn't ask any questions, I just put an arm round her back, scooped the other arm around her knees and, lifting her into my arms, carried her up the narrow staircase to my bedroom. If this was a dream I wanted to see it through before I realised it and woke up!

I sat us down on the bed and started popping the buttons on her uniform dress. She didn't want to break off kissing me but I managed to untangle us long enough to slip the dress off her arms and unclip her bra, releasing her small, beautifully sculpted breasts. I struggled out of my own shirt and trews, then pushed her back on the bed and, our lips still locked together, lifted her bum to shiggle the dress and her pants down past it. Finally we were both naked, and I could feel my stiff cock rubbing against the short prickles of her Brazilian. I was looking to enter her straight off, but she finally broke the kiss, rolled me onto my back and squatted down between my legs, taking my prick into her mouth. God, it was heaven! She pumped her gorgeous fleshy lips up and down me, her teeth grazing me, as she rubbed the palm of a hand up and down my scrotum. With her other hand she reached under me and, with a single finger, stroked inside the bottom of my arse crack. The feeling was incredibly erotic and, unable to hold back, I shot my load into her mouth.

I desperately wanted to fuck my beautiful sister, but I needed time to get hard again, so I flipped her onto her back and sucked one of her little soft tits into my mouth. Her nipple, though small, was hard as a berry, and she hissed with arousal as I scratched my teeth along it. As I did so I slipped three fingers into her burning cunt and rimmed her, feeling her legs double up, inviting me in. I wasn't quite ready yet, but I was more than happy to get a taste of her again. I lapped my tongue the length of her pussy over and over, making her twitch and gasp every time I nudged my nose against her clit. Her fingers raked at my hair and she gave a long, guttural moan. Her snatch was sopping wet when I finally pushed myself back up her body and my cock slammed home. I stayed still for a moment, just enjoying the sensation of finally being inside Shona, but then I started pulling slowly out, pushing a little way back in, then out again, teasing her. But as I felt her soft feet scrabbling to find my bum, to push me in more deeply, I rammed it back in with all my strength. Her legs wrapped tightly around my back as I fucked her as hard as I could, my fingers digging into her bum cheeks, pulling them apart. I tried to kiss her, but her head was whipping from side to side too quickly for that as she gasped "Oh yes, fuck me big man, yes, that is so gooood!"

We came together, her screaming with joy before I slumped down onto her, finally trapping her lips with mine and reaming her mouth with my tongue. She didn't go back to work that day. Once she'd got her breath back she 'phoned in and said she'd been taken ill, and we spent the entire afternoon drowsing, fucking and sucking. It was a day I wanted never to end. Shona never did tell me exactly what changed that day, but we developed a regular little routine. Two or three days a week, she would 'phone just before she took her lunch break to see if I was back from my work, and if she was she'd rush round here, we'd get a quick three-quarters of an hour in bed – just long enough for a fuck and for one of us to give the other a good licking – then she'd rush back to work with her cunt throbbing while I lay back in bed and replayed the time in my head. Of course, Kirkhaven's a wee town, where everyone's into each other's business, and there was a good chance that folk would start paying attention to our doings. My neighbour did comment on Shona's regular appearances, and I told her the two of us just liked having our lunch together now and then. But I think subconsciously I was hoping it would get back to Ewan.

I felt more sexually gratified than at any time in my life, but I didn't want just that – shagging Shona a few times a week, and pretending in front of Ewan that we were just friends over Sunday lunch. I loved her with all my heart and I wanted to be with her all the time, and just do normal things together – eat breakfast, go to the shops, sit watching TV, walk around with her on my arm, believing every guy who saw us must be cringing with jealousy. I'd promised myself I'd never put pressure on Shona, for risk of losing her as much as anything; but it wasn't easy. One day, as we were laying in bed having a post-coital hug, I joked that it must be nice for her to have found a bit of rough as a change from my clever, charming brother. She took me seriously and sighed. "Brian, I wish you wouldn't run yourself down all the time. You've got loads of qualities Ewan hasn't. You're funny – I've never really been sure if Ewan gets humour or just laughs when everyone else does. You're better looking – no, don't laugh. I know 'rugged good looks' is a bit of an Emily Bronte cliché, but I fancy you so it must have something going for it. You're a big, strong guy, and you're a grown-up – Ewan can be so immature sometimes. And when I've been with you I really know I've been fucked, not like..."

She trailed off, but it didn't take a genius to work out what followed; and I just couldn't help myself. I asked her why she didn't leave my brother. She leaned up on an elbow, and gazed down at my face. "It's difficult Brian. I'm in love with you, I really am, but I love Ewan too. He's not as strong as you are, and he needs me more than you do. This way you both get part of me. I know it's not ideal, but..."

Angry now, at the implied suggestion that I was only interested in her for one thing, I sat up on the side of the bed. "It's not enough, Shona. I want you all the time, I don't want to share you with anyone else. Fuck Ewan, I want you to leave him for me."

She shook her head sadly, at my apparent inability to understand her dilemma. "I'm sorry, it's just not me."

Again the words were out of my mouth before my brain shifted into gear. "So what is you, shuttling between the two of us, like a fucking whore?" She turned her back to me in the bed. Instantly I wanted to rip my tongue out. I reached over to her, placed a hand on her shoulder. "Oh shit, I'm sorry Shona, I didn't mean that. Honest I didn't."

She refused to look at me, but I heard the tears in her voice. "I know you didn't. Look, I need to get back to the surgery. I'll call you in a couple of days, okay?" As she left the room I told her I loved her. Without turning she said, so softly I barely heard it, "I know you do Brian." In fact, it was almost a week before she 'phoned me, on the Saturday. "Look sweetie, I think maybe we ought to cool it for a while. I don't mean for good, I want to see you again but, well, maybe it's just getting a wee bit heavy just at the moment. By the way, do you mind if we cancel Sunday lunch tomorrow? Ewan and I want to try out the new carvery that's opened in Portree."

I was distraught. I hated not having Shona to myself, but the thought of not having her at all was a million times worse. I didn't go to lunch the next Sunday either; Shona 'phoned and invited me, but I couldn't face the pretence of it all. She sounded concerned. "Brian, sweetie, you're not upset with me are you? You do understand, don't you?" I lied that no I wasn't upset with her and yes, of course I understood. 

A few days later I was walking down to Mackie's for a pint when I saw Shona standing at the bus stop. She looked slightly alarmed when she saw me crossing the road to her, as if she was looking for an escape route. I asked where her car was and she said it was laid up for a couple of days. Ewan had got a lift home with a colleague when school finished, and she'd said she wouldn't mind making her own way. I glanced at my watch. "Shona, the bus won't be here for more than half an hour. Look, come back to my place for a coffee – just a coffee – then I'll give you a lift home." She looked reluctant, but clearly couldn't think of a way out of it without offending me. So she sat at my kitchen table – which had twice previously ended up with us having sex – and I set her coffee in front of her. Unable to stop myself, I reached across and closed my big hand over her small one. "It's okay, when I said just a coffee I meant it. But I've missed you Shona."

"I've missed you too" she told me, but she stared bleakly into my eyes. If I hadn't been gazing at her lovely face like a loon I'd maybe not have noticed that the skin under her right eye looked puffy and discoloured. She looked panicky again as I moved nearer to her, and flinched as with a thumb I gently smeared away some of the thick make-up she'd used to try and cover the bruise. Fear in her eyes, she gabbled, "It was an accident, I just walked into a kitchen cupboard door the other day. Honestly, I'm so clumsy." She raised a hand to her face, then hurriedly dropped it again, but not before her sleeve had slipped far enough back on her arm to show me the ugly bruising where a hand had gripped tightly around her wrist. Oh aye, I thought, and did the cupboard grab your wrist like that too? She realised I'd seen it, and dropped her eyes to her lap in embarrassment.

I was very quiet after that. We went out to my battered old car and I drove the three miles out of town to the cottage she shared with my brother. Shona must have seen the boiling fury in me sparking in my eyes. As we drew to a halt she placed a hand on my wrist. "Brian, it really was an accident, honestly. It...Ewan didn't mean to hurt me. You're not going to do anything silly are you?" In answer I climbed out of the car, slammed the door and stalked into the house before Shona had even moved. 

Ewan glanced up from some school books he was marking, then back down to them disdainfully. "Oh, it's you; what are you doing here? Is Shona with you?" A moment later my arm shot out and dragged him to his feet by the front of his shirt. I asked him, in a very quiet, very menacing voice, if he'd been hitting Shona. He laughed nervously, but avoided making contact with my eyes. "Of course not. Anyway, what business is it of yours?" I heard Shona enter, and gasp at the scene which confronted her. Ewan, his face contorted in rage, glanced over my shoulder. "What have you been saying, you stupid lying bitch?" That was it. I felt a moment of immense satisfaction as my forehead, moving with the speed of a guided missile, smashed into the bridge of his nose. I heard the crack of bone and saw a spurt of blood splatter against my shirt. I barely noticed Shona's scream.

Still holding Ewan by the front of his now bloodied shirt, I slammed him against a stone wall. My face inches from his, I growled, "If you ever – EVER – lay a hand on her again I swear on our parents' graves that I will fucking kill you. Do you understand me?" His lips started to contort into a sneer, but I swiped the back of my hand across his face, sending him sprawling into a corner. I felt Shona pulling at my shoulders but shrugged her off and jabbed a finger towards my brother's face. "I asked you a question – DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND ME?" Staring fearfully at me now, Ewan nodded silently. I turned to Shona. "Come on Shona, pack a bag, I'm getting you out of here. If you don't want to stay with me tonight we can book you a hotel."

Ewan sat up and plucked up his courage. Mustering as much anger into his voice as he dared, one of his lips bleeding and beginning to swell. he snapped, "You leave my wife alone. She's not going anywhere with you. Now you get out of our house before I call the police."

For a second I considered slapping him again, but Shona was upset enough, silently crying, her face deathly pale. So I said, "Well, I think that's up to her. Shona?"

She hesitated for a moment, her eyes swivelling between me and Ewan. Then, in a rush, she went to him, hugged him to her as he started to cry, his bloody nose smearing her dress. The look of hurt and reproach in her eyes as she glared at me almost physically bruised me. Swiping angry tears from my eyes I stormed out of the place and drove back to town like a lunatic. As I got out of the car I heard from the town square a jeer and the sound of glass breaking. A group of four or five teenagers were sitting around the foot of the war memorial swigging beer from bottles. It was only what I'd done myself when I was their age, but I was still wound up like a coiled spring. I marched over to them and asked them why they were out boozing on a school night. They told me to fuck off and one of them threw a bottle at me, which shattered inches from my boot...

I pleaded guilty to all the charges. One of the lads had a broken arm, another one severe bruising to the face and upper body. They claimed that if they hadn't pulled me off the third one I'd probably have throttled him. The judge told me that although I'd never been in trouble with the law before, the seriousness of the offences left him with no choice but to give me a custodial sentence. I got my solicitor to sell my property in Kirkhaven. I was finished there anyway, and it meant I could finally pay Jeannie what I owed her from the divorce, and have a few quid in the bank for when I was released. You hear some bad things about prison, but I got through it unscathed. I'm big enough that the queers didn't bother me, and once I'd made it clear that I wasn't interested in buying drugs I was more or less left alone. I got on well with the education officer and he encouraged me not to abandon my poetry. Unbeknown to me he sent some samples to a publisher in Edinburgh, and next thing I knew I had a contract to provide enough for a slim volume, which I titled The Kiss. They included a few I'd written in my early days inside. They weren't The Ballad Of Reading Gaol, but the book sold a few copies, and I got one or two very kind letters from readers. I never received a single visitor in the prison; well, I told myself, Aberdeen's a long way from Kirkhaven. Still, you might have thought at least one person I knew might write to me. I wrote one letter, to someone who had once been in love with me, but I never received a reply.

I kept my nose clean, and after nine months the parole board decided to let me out on licence. As the prison gate closed behind me I stood there wondering what the hell I was going to do next. I vaguely noticed a woman standing across the road, but nobody I recognised. Then she crossed the road, held something out to me, and said in a mock street urchin voice, "'Scuse us mister, yae gonnae sign yer book fer us?" 

I looked again, and realised the reason I'd not immediately picked up it was Shona was because her long chestnut locks were gone, replaced by a short, spiky, punkish hair-do. She grinned sheepishly. "Hello Brian, you're looking surprisingly well. A bit pale maybe." I was totally bemused, and she saw it in my face. "Brian, I'm sorry for what I did to you. I really wanted to come and visit you, but I thought you must hate me. I had to come now and find out though, one way or the other." Still stunned, I asked if she had received my letter. She shook her head, looking upset, and said Ewan had probably got to it first. When I asked how my brother was she looked at her feet and said, "I don't know; I, er, well, I haven't seen him in a while." Then she peered into my face, with something like desperation in her eyes. "I've been regretting the decision I made, that night in the cottage, for every hour since then. Look: I've moved back to Edinburgh. My dad owns a printing business there" – a printing empire, more like – "and he's got a job for you in the office, if you want it. It's not the best salary in the world, but...I'm going to call a taxi now. If you don't want to come with me, well, I can take you to the station if you like, or drop you off in town somewhere."

When I held my arms out to her, trying to blink tears from my eyes, she threw herself at me, hugging me to her, sobbing into my chest. "Oh shit Brian, I've missed you so much, I'm so sorry." I shushed her, stroking my hand through her hair, messing up her expensive spikes.

We kissed and nuzzled the whole way back to Edinburgh, and within five minutes of entering her wee flat in Stockbridge we were in bed. She cried again as she rode my face, my tongue lapping up and down her hot wet pussy. Her thighs were cushioned against my ears, but I heard her repeating over and over, like a mantra, "I love you, I love you, oh God, how I love you." Later, as we fucked each other, the soles of her feet stroking my bum and my thighs, I cried again too, as she bit her lip and her face contorted with lust, her succulent lips whispering again how much she loved me, and that she never wanted to be apart from me for a moment again.

I don't know where Ewan is these days, or what he's doing. And frankly, I don't give a fuck.



My Brother's Wife



Just one quick look at the face of Kelly Ann and I knew there was something seriously wrong. 

She had apparently been beating on my door for a few minutes. I had been dead to the world, a late, late night. My wife Caroline was at her mother's beach house for the week and I had slipped off to the horse track for some R and R of my own. 

I thought I heard knocking, but thought it was a dream. It was so insistent, though, that ultimately it startled me awake and I stumbled to the front door. 

"You Sniders are all the same, a bunch of bastards," said Kelly Ann, my brother's wife of 10 years, just before she slapped me. "I bet you talk about it when you play golf. You two are so fuckin smug...bastards."

Admittedly my brain was still not engaged, but I had no idea what was going on. 

"Calm down, Kelly, lower your voice...calm down."

"Calm down my ass, Jon, you and your brother have and always will be bastards. You can't let good enough alone," said the woman.

Somehow I got Kelly Ann into the living room. Her face was red from screaming, and I wondered what the neighbors were thinking. I hadn't seen her this mad since, well, since we broke up 12 years prior. Or should I say, since I walked away from what was starting to be a good relationship.

You see, Kelly and I were friends in high school. Not best friends, but friends. We ran in the same crowd, we had many of the same likes and dislikes. We each had a number of unsuccessful dates with others, and would commiserate now and then on what was wrong with the people we chose to go out with. 

After one of those sessions, I asked her out. She accepted, and for the second half of our senior year in high school we were inseparable. 

On the night of our senior prom, just a week after her 18th birthday, we took our relationship a little further. Until that time we'd make out, heavy petting so to speak, and she allowed me to fondle and later kiss her luscious breasts. But nothing more. I went home with many a night of blue balls, but I understood her concerns. Two of our classmates had to finish the year in an alternative school after getting knocked up. 

"That's not happening to me," said Kelly Ann. "I know it's tough on a guy, I hear guys talk, but getting pregnant will ruin a relationship. We have college and lots of time after to do all that stuff."

I'd press the issue, constantly, and on the night of the prom we snuck out a side entrance for a little make out session. On that night Kelly Ann let me feel her panties...not under them, but her warm, moist core. I fingered her to her first orgasm that night without touching bare pussy. 

After coming down from her high she was startled to see my erect dick. I had taken it out of my pants while playing with her, and she couldn't take her eyes off it. "Does it always, uh, throb like that?"

"No Kelly Ann, but it does when I think of you."

She looked around, then back at my cock. "Can I touch it?"

Is the Pope a Catholic?

Kelly Ann slowly reached over, almost as if she was afraid of getting a shock. Well, in a way, I guess it was a certain kind of shock, in that she had never seen a guy's cock and surely hadn't touched one. She snaked her hand along my thigh, creeping along until her fingertips inched their way toward my dick. 

If watching her slip her hand to my dick got me hot, having her touch me nearly got me to explode. My cock throbbed as she slowly, tantalizingly held my dick in her sweet little hand. "It's hard, yet it's soft," said the girl. 

She slowly began stroking me, up and down. "Does this feel good? Is this jerking you off?" 

I nearly laughed, and would have except her hand felt so good, so very good. On the third or fourth stroke I began to spurt hot cum all over the car seat. Kelly Ann pulled her hand away, but not before some of my stuff got onto her hand and wrist. She quickly reached into her pocketbook for a Kleenex or something and wipe off my cum.

"That was quite a show, Rob!" said the girl with a smile. 

"It was awesome, Kelly Ann, thank you," I said, pulling her closer and deeply kissing her. We held each other for a while before sneaking back into the prom before anyone knew we were missing.

That was the first of many nights when we'd find a secluded place to make out. We never did screw, only hand jobs, and boy could she give them. The action continued until she went away on summer vacation and, well, I was weak. 

I'd been flirting with a girl at the Dairy Queen, and as luck would have it she got off work while I was in the parking lot with a couple guys. Christine gave me a wave and walked off to her car, only to find it with a flat tire. 

Mr. Helpful, that's me, offered to change her tire and she took me up on it. As a thank you, she offered to buy me breakfast the next day. Something clicked, and that night we had dinner and went to a movie. In front of her house afterward we made out for a couple minutes before she said she had to go. 

"I can only stay out her five minutes before my dad turns the light on. That means I have to hightail it into the house. It's a couple minutes and if he comes out I won't be able to see you again."

With that Christine reached over, unzipped my pants, and pulled out my cock. She bent over, and began sucking me off. I couldn't believe it. As blowjobs go, it wasn't all that good. But at the time, with nothing to compare it to, I loved it. 

My dick jumped in her hot wet mouth, and I came in her pretty mouth just as the light went on at her house. "I gotta go," said Christine, lifting herself up and opening the door. "Call me."

Of course I did, and we became inseparable. I broke up with Kelly Ann on her return from vacation, spending the rest of the summer getting my hose cleaned by the cute little red headed Christine.

The story would have ended there, except that my brother Rick returned from the service over Christmas, getting his discharge in June. Somewhere in there he met up with Kelly Ann and the two began dating. That summer Rick admitted in a drunken state that he'd fucked Kelly Ann, something she confirmed when we ran into each other one day at the mall.

We hadn't really spoken since our breakup, as Kelly Ann was totally pissed. When she saw me at the mall she laughed and commented on how Rick was so very sensitive, so much nicer than me. "Oh, and he's got a bigger cock," snarled the girl. "And he's a great fuck." 

With that she turned and walked away, deliberately swaying her hips in a way that brought my cock to attention. I was so very jealous of my big brother, but what could I do. I had broken up with Kelly Ann, and in a cad of a way.

My brother loved his girlfriend, and they were married a year later. A June wedding, with Kelly Ann absolutely beautiful. I couldn't get a date for the wedding, but did meet up with one of the bridesmaids --- Caroline --- and we began an e-mail/phone relationship while I continued college. 

Three years later, we were married. Since then Rick and Kelly Ann had two kids while Caroline and I were "still trying."

So what in God's name was Kelly Ann doing at my house, screaming and cussing on this rainy summer morning?

Kelly Ann sat in the living room, livid, staring daggers at me as I left the room to grab a towel to allow her to dry off. She must have walked the two blocks to my house in the rain, something that in my tired state I hadn't noticed at first. 

"He's fucking his secretary, and you didn't tell me. That makes you a total asshole, Rob, and when I get through with you I'm gonna cut his dick off."

Ouch, the thought of those words brought chills to my body. 

"What are you talking about, Kel? Rick loves you, he wouldn't." I surmised she found some innocent lipstick on a shirt collar or something and had misinterpreted that into a full blown affair. Maybe something accidentally incriminating but not true. 

"He's doing her, I have proof?"

"What proof," I asked.

She reached into her pants and pulled out a zip drive. "This proof. It's all on here."

I looked at the woman and immediately knew there must be some explanation, because I had no idea of Rick straying outside his marriage. But at the same time Kelly Ann was insistent, so maybe there was something going on.

"Look Kelly, I don't know anything about any of this. As far as I know, Rick has been totally faithful to you."

Kelly Ann started balling her eyes out. She began crying a river, stuttering words, alternating curses with blabber. I went over and sat next to her on the couch, pulling her close, comforting her.

"Oh, Rob, what am I going to do? She's young and pretty and I'm an old hag."

Telling her she didn't have a clue, I said how lovely she was. How her body was hot, and that guys stare at her when she walks down the street. "Heck, Kelly, I heard one of the neighbor kids call you a MILF the other day when he was talking with a buddy. And you are, you are very attractive and look wonderful."

"Thank you, Rob, I needed that. But what am I going to do?"

I told her it was probably nothing, that she misinterpreted things or something like that. She looked at me, shook her head, and replied there was no mistake. The proof was in her hand. 

With that she asked me to boot up my PC, and soon we were looking at dirty pictures on my computer. There were several folders. In several an unknown guy was getting a blow job, several from a red head with a devious smile, several from a brunette. In others there were pussy shots. All girls were the same pose. In each the girl was laying back with her face obscured, but her panties were down below her spread legs and her pussy wide open. 

These weren't the same girls. One had a bushy crotch, while another had a heart-shaped design on her blonde tuff of mound. Another had a Mohawk while another was bare as a baby's behind.

Still, no evidence Rick was anything except a guy who liked to look at girls. My thought was he downloaded the photos off the internet. I had no problem with that, even if it was kind of ironic the girls were in the same pose with their panties in the same position.

Until the video clip, that is. In this one Rick's secretary, Michelle, was bent over an office desk looking straight at the camera. She was in a green sweater and nothing else. A man was behind her, banging into her pussy. No question it was Michelle, I'd seen that face numerous times when I visited Rick's office, and I know when I called in her sexy voice made my dick jump. Of course I hadn't seen that pretty face in this way before.

Michelle was enjoying the fuck, clearly, as her moans and words said so. Her face was contorted all over and in so many varied "looks". There were smiles, grimaces, frowns. She's grunt, gasp and groan as the cock pulverized her pussy.

A minute into the clip the guy pulled out, shuffled to the side, and Michelle opened her mouth and got several blasts of cum on her face. Three things struck me. First, how pretty Michelle was, wiping the cum off her face with the wrist of the sweater. Then, how hot it was watching her slide up her panties and pants, wiggling into them. 

The other revelation was the tattoo on the ass of the guy as he turned from the camera. That was a telltale sign of Rick's tattooed ass, a result of a night of drinking in Bavaria.

Kelly Ann began crying all over again, but this time I couldn't calm her down. She picked up a glass and threw it on the floor, screaming how she was going to cut his cock off and punch Michelle in the cunt.

I walked Kelly Ann to the couch and told her to sit down. Feeding her a stiff tumbler of scotch, I told her to sit still while I cleaned up the mess she had made. After I did, I suggested she lay down a bit. We walked to the guest room, my arm around her, and I said it would be okay. 

I asked if she wanted a shower, and she did. "Would you like me to get some of Caroline's clothes for you to wear?" I asked, thinking of a nice baby doll nightie.

"No, Rob, that would be, uh, too personal. I'd feel odd."

She went into the bathroom, locking the door, while I decided to offer her a large tee shirt of mine and some red plaid boxers. I laid them on the bed and left. Later, looking into the room, I saw her in my clothes and smiled. She was asleep, but her behind sure looked good in the boxers!

About two hours later Kelly Ann awoke to coffee brewing, stumbling into the kitchen. She looked adorable. 

"I can't afford a divorce, I don't have a job, I have two kids, we're in hock up to our ass," said the girl, skipping any small talk. . "I'm such a loser."

It took a while but I convinced her she was anything but. A loser, and I assured her I knew nothing about Rick cheating on her. 

"He hardly ever makes love to me --- once a week maybe --- and yet he'd fucking half the girls in the city," said the incensed wife. "I ought to teach him a lesson. I ought to fuck a few of his friends and make him pay, the bastard. How about if I fuck his boss?"

That would get any man's attention. 

"You can't do that, Kelly Ann, what about the kids? You can't take the chance. You have to work on getting him back, but in the right way."

"He has to pay," said Kelly Ann.

The girl was hurt, vulnerable. I'm a guy.

That gave me an idea.

"You know, Kelly Ann, it would be right of you to fuck a friend, but it would come back to haunt you. I think I have a better idea."

"Oh? What?"

"You need to fuck someone close to him, make me pay. close to home. Like, now don't take this wrong, like with me!"

There, I can't believe I said that. Neither, apparently, could she. Her eyes opened wide, she stammered something, and then smiled. :"That would be appropriate, wouldn't it. I hated Caroline, she stole at least two guys from me before getting you, and Rick was always inquisitive at what you and I had done when we were dating. He was happy we hadn't, well, had sex. I think if we had he would have never married me."

We spent the next half hour going over the ground rules. It would be out little secret. Nobody would know, except that Kelly Ann would know every time Rick came home from an affair she'd have some of his brothers cum in her. How appropriate was that!

Wondering if she was joking, and leaving her an out, I suggested we start later in the day.

Kelly Ann looked at me, smiled a sultry smile, and asked: "Why not right now?"

She wrapped her arms around me and we embraced and kissed. 

It was as if we were back in high school, as our hands roamed all over each other's bodies and explored. We felt each nook and cranny, our breathe getting faster by the second. It seemed as if there were always several parts of us touching each other. We'd be kissing while her hands would be on my ass and mine were playing with her breasts. 

Then we'd move out hands around and she'd be stroking my dick while I played with her pussy. First, I played with the boxers separating, but soon I snaked my fingers down and touched, for the very first time, her neatly trimmed box.

Playing with her pussy brought gasps and groans from deep within her. Her head moved back as I carefully caressed before moving on to playing with the lips. Then came a real finger-fucking which started knuckle deep before my finger was fully inside her.  

"Oh my god that's good," moaned Kelly Ann. "Don't stop!"

I didn't, alternating slow strokes with fast ones, geared off her response. Her first orgasm came fast as I worked her clit while kissing her neck. Her facial features were contorted as she enjoyed the orgasm, ending with a grunt and then looking at me and smiling.

"That was amazing, Rob, simply amazing. I haven't cum like that in years."

I was on cloud nine myself, knowing I could bring her off so good yet so easily. It was a great feeling knowing I had "the touch" or whatever. It had been ages since Caroline had sounded or looked anything like Kelly Ann had at that moment. 

We held each other for a while before Kelly Ann shocked me with her words. I had thought the hand action might be her limit, that the talk of doing all the way was merely a fantasy. But it was as if I had opened a new chapter in a porno novel.

"I want it like he did Michelle...bend me over the table and take me like you want too. And don't use a rubber, do me bare back like he did her."

I didn't need to be asked twice. I led her to the far side of the kitchen before she could change her mind. Our windows looked out over a heavily wooded park, and I took the chance there were no walkers heading along the trail. I bent her over the large kitchen table, one that Caroline and I often sat at and had our morning coffee before heading out to work. 

Just the thought of that got my dick hot, but seeing Kelly Ann bent over the table nearly got me to spurt. I carefully lowered the boxers to the floor, baring her beautiful ass. Kneeling down, I began kissing the ass cheeks, gradually moving to licks of the cleft in between. 

Her asshole was right before me, and her pussy below, and I licked up and down both bringing gasps from her mouth. I slipped a finger back inside her pussy while I concentrated on licking her tangy asshole. 

"Oh my, Rob, nobody has every done that....it's so naughty, don't stop. Kiss my ass!"

I did, and more. Kiss, lick, caress, I was all over the bent over woman. My own brother's wife. It was more than naughty, it was outright wrong. 

"Fuck me," said the girl.

I willingly did, dropping my pants and rubbing my cock along the trail my mouth had just taken. I jerked myself off against her ass as she helped matters along by slowly rotating and wiggling her hind quarters. It was an incredible feeling, and the sensations were totally wonderful.

Kelly Ann groaned and asked if I'd fuck her. "I want it. Do it. Put your big cock in me. Into my pussy. Into my freshly trimmed pussy. I trimmed it in your bathroom just for you, just like the whores Rick is fucking. Do me like he does his sluts."

This was a great visual. I was getting ready to fuck my brother's wife just as he had fucked his secretary. 

Holding my cock against her slit, I rubbed up and down the moist hole for a few seconds before inserting my rock-hard dick into her needy pussy. Rather than thrust inside, I slowly slid myself into her hole. I wanted her to remember how my entire six and a half inches felt slipping into her core. 

"Arrgh, um, ah...yes!" said the girl once I was fully inside. I reached around and fondled her baby aided tits while she was propped up on her elbows. Her head moved to and fro as I slowly began fucking her from behind. Her pussy was tight, not too tight, and was extremely wet. The combination allowed me to slide in and out while still receiving the pulsations of her muscles milking my cock. 

How Rick could possibly stray from this pussy was a mystery to me, but I guess he had his reasons. All I knew was that Kelly Ann was a great piece of ass, one that I'd never let get away if I had anything to say about it.

The sensations of fucking my brother's wife were unbelievable, but the little movements and sounds that she made had me more than enjoying the coupling. She had this way of moving her ass, sort of rotating it around, that brought my cum to a quick boil.

"I'm going to cum!" came my warning.

There was no hesitation from Kelly Ann" "Cum in me, fill me with your cum."

Holding the back of her hair into a ponytail, just like Rick had held his secretary, I rocked in and out of his wife. But instead of mimicking my brother I didn't pull out and cum on her face as he had his secretary. No, I rocked in and out of his wife and shot my load all over her insides. 

Collapsing on top of the girl, exhausted, I looked at our outline on a wall mirror. I looked spent, but Kelly Ann looked angelic. I watched as a smile came to her lips, and then came a laugh. "How about letting me up you wife-fucker?"




My Brother's Wife



Worried it was a prelude to her taking off at me, crying rape or something, I pulled out of her and moved back. She arose, smiled, and wrapped her arms around me again.

"That was marvelous, Rob, I've wanted to feel that for years but knew I never would. You can thank your brother for that, because without him fucking around on me you would have never felt it."

I told her how many times I had fantasized about doing her, and often kicked myself for letting her go for a piece of ass. "I should have waited."

We spoke, though, of the reality of the situation. She needed the security of her marriage, mine was too complicated, but I pledged to be available whenever she needed to make Rick pay for his fucking around on her.

Over breakfast on the same table we had just used to fuck was quite erotic. I know I will never forget it, and I knew that whenever my wife and I had coffee in the morning would never be the same. 

We spoke about why Rick might have strayed from the marriage bed, but the only conclusion was that he was a horn dog. We spoke about how she loved her kids, how divorce can hurt them so much, and how she was going to do her best to make things work. But she also wanted to continue our little secret affair. "Nobody needs to know, and, you know, I think we work well together. It's sort a fantasy come true." 

Knowing that out little affair would continue got me hot again. This wasn't going to be a one-morning stand, it wasn't a mercy fuck. This could be much more than that!

"You know, Kelly, Rick seems to be getting a lot of blow jobs...."

Reminding her of the photos may have been a little low-handed, but I said it anyway.

"I don't do that."

Looking at her, confused, I asked if she never gives Rick blow jobs or what?

"Oh I've given them, for like his birthday, but he will never get another, I'll fuck him, but I won't suck that dirty cock. I never did like doing it, anyway."

"But you will suck mine," I said with a demanding flavor.

"Are you saying I have to suck your cock?" said the girl. "Because I don't do that."

Reading off her words, I turned and went over to a lounge chair. "Oh, yes, Kelly Ann, you are going to suck my cock, and you are going to willingly suck your husband's brother right now."

Amazingly, my brother's wife came to the chair and knelt before me. "I don't want to do this..."

"Suck my cock, now! Suck my cock like your husband's girlfriends suck his dick."

As if in a trance Kelly Ann reached up and unzipped my pants. She slid them down my legs, and then began stroking my cock. This took a little work, as my dick was so very satisfied by our earlier fuck. Still it didn't take long before I was full hard and throbbing like one that had not had sex in weeks. 

Kelly Ann started by licking my cock from step to stern. She spent considerable time on my balls, licking them while my cock throbbed against her cheeks. It was so very erotic watching her work on my dick. When my wife sucked me off it was a sprint, as she attempted to bring me off as quickly as possible.

Today it was the exact opposite, as I think Kelly Ann was having second thoughts about sucking on my dick but realized she had committed to doing it. It might have been she thought that the licks and then her hand would suffice, but soon I thing she realized how hot it was her playing mouth music on my throbbing dick was for her and me. 

Kelly Ann started jerking my cock off while licking my balls, sending chills through my body as I began rocking in tandem with her movements. Looking up, Kelly asked if she could suck my dick. I told her to be my guest.

Lifting her head, she licked the tip of my cock. Then she opened her mouth and tightly closed her lips around the top of my dick. She moved her tight lips slowly, tantalizingly down my cock then slowly back up. Repeating this hot action several times he transferred from slow to fast and back. 

Up and down went her head, working my dick to higher and higher heights. This time I didn't mention I was going to cum, because I wanted to shoot in her mouth. I did when she was on a down stroke and held her head securely on my cock as I shot several spurts of baby batter into her willing, sucking mouth. 

"Swallow it!" was my order.

Her eyes widened and she shook her head, but she didn't spit. I watched as she moved her head back and then with an erotic flair swallowed my cum sauce. 

We held each other for a minute, allowing our hearts to move out of the danger zone, before she bent her head over and cleaned off the residue of our play time off my limp cock. 

"That's the first time I swallowed," admitted and embarrassed Kelly Ann, lowering her eyes toward the floor.

Smiling, I patted her head. "Serves him right."



My Brother's Wife



When Frank's dad died he left his thriving business to Frank and his brother Billie, 49% to Frank and 51% to Billie. That meant his brother had controlling interest and the final say in any dispute. What also pissed Frank off was the will named Billie as the CEO with a salary of twice what Frank got as sales manager.

Horseshit, all his life he could run circles around his dorky brother, but he knew both mom and dad liked Billie better. He didn't know how or when but some day this whole company was going to belong to him. Another thing Frank didn't like about his brother was Billie always thought he was smarter than Frank just because he graduated university. Come to think about it, everything about Billie annoyed Frank; well there was one exception, his wife Amanda.

He didn't know how Billie ever got her to marry him. Billie is a dork and a computer nerd; Amanda on the other hand is gorgeous. She has long brown hair that frames her cute face. Her tits are not very big but her nipples stick out through her sweaters like little stones. Her sexy little ass gives Frank a hard on every time she walks bye.

Billie hired her as office manager, so he saw her every day, and it bugged him to think Billie was probably fucking her frequently when it really should be him doing her. He told Billie he needed a secretary. He hired this cute young black girl, probably not more than eighteen, to help him out. She helped him out all right because he fucked her often. One time when he was away on a sales trip Billie fired her. He told Frank she couldn't operate a computer, was rude to customers on the phone and dressed more like a street whore than an office worker. He said Frank could share his secretary. Yah right, old Mrs. Crenshaw was not his idea of a secretary.

Frank often comes in late for work, but not right now because everyone was getting ready for their industry trade show in Las Vegas. The company made fire and burglar alarm systems and every year they displayed their products at the Vegas show. They made up to 20% of their yearly sales at this show. Billie, Amanda and Frank were going to fly down for the 3 day show and operate their sales booth.

Shortly before leaving their new bank manager wanted to come and review their operation to help him decide what their new line of credit should be, so Billie had to stay behind to meet him on the day Amanda and Frank were leaving and he expected to join them in Vegas the following day.

All 3 seats on the plane had been pre booked so Frank had the window seat and Amanda had the isle. Shortly after take off Frank said to Amanda, "Move over to the centre seat so that it's easier to talk. I don't bite you know or at least not very hard."

"OK but no funny stuff, I'm not like that floozy secretary you hired. She was nothing but a slut."

Just then the stewardess came asking if they wanted a drink or anything. He ordered a rum and coke for each of them and asked if she would bring a blanket because it was slightly cool in the plane. By the time the stewardess returned with the blanket their drinks were half empty so Frank ordered another round. Amanda was not used to drinking and it was starting to affect her. She relaxed and even laughed at a couple of his jokes. At one point as he leaned over to show her a picture in the magazine he was reading, he let his hand rest on her leg under the blanket. He felt her stiffen but she didn't do anything. A little later as they looked at the cartoons in the magazine he started sliding his hand up her leg. She was wearing cotton slacks and he could feel the heat of her leg. Her leg tensed but she didn't say anything so he slowly slid his hand higher. He almost reached her pussy when she got up and moved back to her isle seat and threw the blanket on the now empty seat between them.

"You are a horny goat. I have a good mind to tell Billie what you tried to do."

Frank got her calmed down, said he was sorry, that he just got carried away. To himself he thought, you bitch, you tease me and then get upset when I make my move.

Arriving in Vegas they went to the convention centre to set up their booth for the 9 o'clock opening the next day. She would bend over opening boxes and putting out their display merchandise and she was giving Frank a hard on. He would love to stuff his cock up her sexy ass and listen to her squeal. It was after 6 o'clock by the time they were finished so they had dinner with wine at the hotel and Amanda was feeling relaxed again. 

"We still need to discuss our pricing structure and what our show specials are going to be; so how about dropping into my room for a little while and finalize this stuff?"

"No, Billie is going to call me tonight and I don't want to miss his call."

"So suppose I come to your room then?"

"OK but give me a half hour first, I want to take a shower."

When Frank showed up at her room, she was wearing a long bathrobe. She wasn't showing any skin but at least she hadn't dressed again. After some discussion about tomorrows plans she said, "I think you should leave now. Billie could be calling at any moment and I'm tired and my muscles ache."

She was going to be harder to seduce than he thought. "You were a tremendous help to me setting up the booth today. I know your muscles are tired and stiff so let me give you a massage; it will make you feel much better. Just lay on the bed, on your stomach, close your eyes, and I'll do all the work."

Frank massaged her neck, her shoulders and then her back. He massaged her lower back and hips, then moved down to massage her ass. He kneaded her ass so that she wouldn't think he was just feeling her up. When she started to squirm a little he rubbed one hand up and down her ass crack while feeling her ass with the other. She unconsciously parted her legs just a little, making soft sighs. Good Frank thought, he was getting to her. Now was the time to finger massage her bum and run his fingers down her ass crack to lightly touch her pussy with one hand and caress her ass with the other. When he reached a little further to try and finger her pussy, Amanda said, "Stop doing that." Women are such liars; you can completely ignore what they say, just pay attention to their body language because her soft sighs had turned into low moans.

It was difficult to get at her from this angle so he gently rolled her over on her back. Her nipples were trying to push through her nightgown. He put his mouth over one of her breasts but he didn't suck it, he just breathed his hot breath on it.

"No Frank, quit it," Amanda and women in general, when they say no they mean maybe. They don't want to look like sluts so they say the opposite of what they want. He held his open mouth over her nipple letting his hot breath caress her with just a light touching of his tongue. It was starting to work; He could feel her starting to squirm. He moved down her body giving her hot wet kisses over her nightgown.

When he got to the bottom of her nightie, he gently started pushing it up as he kissed her bare legs and used his hot wet tongue to lick her. She was starting to breathe hard. "What are you, a sex maniac; just leave me alone." As he worked his way up her legs, her nightgown was preventing him from going higher because she was lying on it, then he felt her lift her bum just a little to make it easier for him. Women are such sluts. Now he was giving her wet licks as he made his way slowly toward her pussy. He felt her spread her legs a little, she was probably not even aware she was doing it.

He reached her pussy and gave her wet kisses and short quick licks. She was saying don't do that but she was holding his head tight to her pussy before realizing what she was doing and then tried to push him away. She could have made him quit if she pushed harder but she didn't. Women want sex but they want to pretend they don't. He stayed away from her clit but he gradually probed deeper with his tongue. Just then the phone rang. "Frank let me up; that will be my husband."

"You can reach the phone from where you are. Go ahead and talk to him while I make you feel really good."

"Frank, stop it right now, I mean it" she said as she reached for the phone.

"Hi Billy, how is it going with the bank?" she asked as she tried to push him away with one hand and hold the phone with the other. "It sounds like they are giving you a hard time." She tried to roll away from him but he wouldn't let her and he started tonguing her faster. "I'm sorry to hear that you have to stay one more day" Now instead of tonguing her he was giving her pussy lips gentle bites followed up by deep sucks. At that point she seemed to give up and let him do what he wanted.

"We had a good opening day here. Frank got orders totaling about 20,000 dollars." Now he went after her clit. Keeping his teeth covered with his lips he chewed on her clit. Chewed may be the wrong word, lip massage is probably closer. "No honey, I'm not breathing hard, maybe it's a cold coming." Shortly after that she exploded in orgasm. He could feel her juices flood his mouth.

"No really honey, I'm fine." Now she was holding him tight to her pussy and bucking her hips as her next orgasm built. "Maybe you're right honey and I am coming down with something, so I'm going to hang up now and give me a call tomorrow." Frank was not sure if she even got the phone down before letting out a loud Aaaaah as she had her second orgasm.

"You bastard, you attacked me while I was talking to my husband and unable to defend myself. Only a pervert would do the disgusting things you did to me. Now get out of my room before I call hotel security."

They had previously agreed to meet for breakfast at 8AM in the hotel restaurant. When she walked in her face was slightly red with embarrassment. "I am ashamed over what happened last night but I have never experienced what you did to me. I know that's no excuse, but lets both of us forget all about what happened last night and I'll make sure it never happens again."

"No problem." Frank could see relief flood her face. He didn't want her all nervous and anxious during the day because they had work to do but tonight it was going to be his turn. When the trade show closed at five he told Amanda he would meet her in the dining room at six.

"Lets give it a pass tonight and I'll meet you for breakfast tomorrow"

"Look, I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. I have to decide how I'm going to tell your husband what a slut you are. Be there on time and you had better wear something sexy." He could see the look of shock on her face but she mumbled something about being on time.

When she entered the restaurant she was wearing a dress with the top 2 buttons undone showing some tit, not exactly what he would call sexy but it would do. "I can't believe what a slut you are. You invited me to your room and met me after taking all your clothes off, and talked to your husband while you made out with another man. I just don't know what to tell my brother when I call him later tonight."

"But that's not true Frank. You were the one that wanted to come to my room for a meeting and I was wearing a robe and a nightgown. I tried to stop you from doing that stuff but you forced me."

"You bitch; I can't believe that you are trying to make it my fault. After dinner we are going to my room and I'm going to spank your ass for your whorish conduct and then lying about it."

Up in his room Frank ordered her, "Take off all your clothes and lie on my bed face down with your legs spread. I'm going to whip your ass with my belt."

"Frank; you know I didn't do those things you accuse me of."

"Was it my imagination that I sucked your cunt while you talked to your husband on the phone?"

"You know I tried to stop you."

"Get your clothes off bitch, you are trying my patience. If you are not naked on my bed in one minute, I'll strip you and give you 30 strokes instead of 20."

It's surprising how fast she could move when given the proper motivation. She looked so sexy on the bed with her legs spread, looking back at him. He felt like fucking her a lot more than he did beating her but he had to show her whose boss. He used his hand, not his belt, because he enjoyed feeling her bum between spanks. She took the 20 with little grunts and a lot of ass wiggling.

"You are a bitch you know. I satisfied you at least twice last night and you did nothing for me; all you cared about was your own enjoyment. I went to bed with blue balls and I couldn't sleep."

"I'm sorry Frank; I'll jerk you off to make you feel better."

"You bitch, I sucked you off at least twice and all you want to give me is a hand job? I want a blow job."

"OK, I'll do it."

Then get on your knees and start sucking and make sure you swallow."

Taking his cock in her hand she put it in her mouth. "Use your left hand so I can see your wedding ring as you jerk me off in your mouth." She looked so sexy on her knees in front of him, jerking him off. He had wanted a suck job and then fuck her but he realized he couldn't last so he grabbed her hair, pulled her head tight to his groin and thrust his cock as deep in her throat as he could. In a few seconds he was shooting his cum down her throat, enjoying her gasping and chocking noises while she tried to push him away. That was the best blow job he ever had.

"You are disgusting. Now that you have satisfied your lust; I'm going back to my room." That night when Billie called she told him there was no point in coming for one day that she and Frank could finish up without his help.

The next morning when they met for breakfast, Amanda said. "After last night we are even so I expect you to leave me alone from now on."

Frank could tell she was mad at him, but she did what he had asked. He told her to wear something sexy. She was supposed to look like a salesgirl not a dumpy housewife. She outdid herself. She wore a short black dress that only came halfway to her knees and with two buttons undone you could see her cleavage. She was sex on high heels. And talk about a hit with the customers, they would line up to talk to her while Frank stood with nothing to do. Once in a while she would give him a smile or ask him a question to keep him involved but most of the time she ignored him and talked to the customers. Who was the salesman here anyway?

When the show closed at five Amanda was on a high. She knew she had done a good job and she liked all the attention she got. They went out to celebrate their best sales ever. Later after several drinks in the bar they were returning to their rooms and Frank said, "I have to send all these orders to Billie by e-mail tonight. How about helping me?"

"You're the sales manager, you do it."

"Come on Amanda, you know you can type a lot faster than me and there are so many orders to send. I'll make your favorite drink for you, rum and coke if you will do this for me."

"You men are soo helpless; Ok I'll do it but make my drink a double."

Frank signed on his laptop and gathered all the hand written orders for Amanda to send. He brought her drink and gave her a kiss on the cheek when he handed it to her. Once she got started Frank began kissing her neck and giving her neck little love bites.

"I told you to leave me alone, since your not, I'm going back to my room. Send the orders yourself." She stood up and headed for the door.

"You bitch, you teased me all day and then you come to my room and get me all worked up again. I'm going to fuck you. Get your clothes off. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. If you don't co-operate I'm going to beat your ass and this time I'm going to use my belt. Either way, you are going to get fucked."

"Now Frank, I'm sorry if I got you sexually excited but I didn't mean..."

"Get your clothes off right now you teasing bitch or I'm going to blister your ass. The spanking I gave you last night is nothing compared to the whipping I'm going to give you unless you get naked for me now."

"Don't hurt me, I'll do it." Women want to be forced, that way it's not their fault when they cheat on their husbands.

Frank could not hide the grin on his face as he stripped naked watching her beautiful body become exposed to him. He held her tight around the waist as he stuck his tongue deep in her mouth, only withdrawing to kiss her all over her face.

Amanda could fell his cock throbbing against her belly. This was all Billie's fault anyway. Had he been here this would have never happened, so it serves him right, there is nothing she can do. He pushed her back on his bed and stuffed his cock in her pussy with no foreplay or even tenderness. He went in easily because her pussy was so wet and she realized how sexually aroused she was by that arrogant cocky bastard.

His cock was definitely bigger than Billie's and his hard deep thrusts quickly sexually excited Amanda and she was soon digging her heels into Frank's back urging him on. Her husband was to gentle and considerate to generate this kind of excitement in her. When he first got his cock in her she tried to push him away, but now she had her arms around him pulling him closer.

"Oh yes...yes...fuck me Frank...fuck me you big cocked bastard." She started circle humping him and this brought both of them off. Amanda spent the night in Frank's bed. 

On the way home in the plane Frank revealed his plan to Amanda. "I want you to get Billie to sign over 5% of the company to you." I don't care how you do it but I would suggest you deny him sex until he does. Once you've got it, sign it back to me. That will give me 54% and controlling interest and I can take my place as rightful owner of the company. Will you do that for me?"

With little hesitation, Amanda said, "Yes Frank."

Story by Omega



My Brother's Wife Ch. 02



I had expected some kind of intense fall out after encouraging Kelly Ann's revenge on her husband.

Yes, he had been clearly caught on photos and video cheating on her with his secretary, to say nothing about other women. But she came to confront me, then him, and left as a woman who had cheated on her own husband with me, his brother.

I figured she'd blab, or he'd somehow find out that I, his brother, had been the recipient of a wonderful morning of unprotected revenge sex with his lovely wife of two children. Brothers don't do that, I know! But the opportunity presented itself, Kelly Ann willingly went along. My brother's transgressions caught on tape with his secretary, and apparently various other girls, deserved the payback in her mind. And somehow in a warped way I was a perfect revenge enabler.

It was quite a reversal of what I initially thought would happen. Heck, I thought she'd bitch me out, then go over and confront the secretary before kicking hubby from the family home. I thought there would be hell to pay, divorce lawyer and headaches

Something clicked that morning. Looking back, I think it was the reality that Kelly Ann, despite having an intense hatred at the moment for my brother Rick, didn't want to break up the relationship. But, she wanted the man to pay, and not in the pocketbook.

She wanted him to pay by giving up something --- her luscious body --- that was his.

And she gave it to me, probably the worst person from her perspective to give it to.

After our exciting session at my house Kelly Ann left for home, a home she'd be staying in, At least I think that was the case. She used me to get back at her husband, clearly, and I really believed she wanted to stay with him, especially for the sake of the kids. She had gone on about young kids and broken families, and how she'd be damned sure some other woman wasn't going to bring up her children. 

Still, it wasn't as if all could be forgotten. She still had a deep hatred for her husband and his screwing around. Only now, she was guilty of what she accused him of doing. I had two thoughts. First, what would happen when my brother returned from his "golf" game...or was it a game of hide the salami with Michelle? Would Kelly Ann confront him, tell all about what she and I had done? Second, were there several girls he was screwing or just his secretary Michelle? 

I could only hope Kelly Ann was true to her statement that our sexual escapade was our own little secret. That she had gained some revenge and satisfaction. So hopefully she wouldn't blab. 

Having copied Kelly Ann's zip drive to my hard drive, I had the opportunity that afternoon to slowly review the photos and video Rick had made of his escapades. Rick was indeed a busy brother. There were at least five girls he had on tape, so his little interlude with Michelle wasn't a brief, one-time thing. 

No, she was in various poses over a longer period of time. And the other girls? Some looked like shots taken years before, including one girl who might have been a former co-worker before Rick took his current job. Rick was a busy guy in the bedroom. Maybe not the marital bed, where Kelly Ann confessed it was a once-a-week thing, but outside where he was getting Hefneresque pussy.

Admittedly I had to jerk off to the video; it was so very hot watching Michelle take Rick from behind. He face contorted into all kinds of looks. At one point I thought he was hurting or maybe slipped his dick into her other hole, but when she moaned in ecstasy seconds later I guess all was forgiven. It was just like a video I had seen on an adult website, actually all too close. I wondered if Rick and Michelle had seen it too and recreated the coupling. Or maybe Rick had seen and was replaying it without Michelle knowing. 

I wanted to call Kelly Ann and make sure she was okay with everything, but was actually afraid of getting Rick, or maybe that she might blab, so at this point I kept to myself and hoped she didn't out me as a revenge thing or something. 

That night the cell rang and Michelle said she only had a minute. "He's in the basement. He didn't notice a thing, and our secret is safe, Rob," said my brother's wife. "I think he was with her today, he went right to the shower when he came home."

I told her he was probably sweaty from the golf course.

"Oh, do they have girls who give you sex on the golf course?" she asked. "I smelled his underwear, SMELLED, and that was a girl smell on them. Pussy. No, he scored with that hussy. I will be sure of that tonight."

She hadn't mentioned what he meant, but I cautioned her not to confront him. "I have my ways, Rob, I have my ways."

The following day I got a play-by-play description.

"Oh, he fucked her all right, he couldn't get it up," said my brother's wife. "I came to bed in a little nightie, one that showed a lot of skin. I cuddled next to him and asked if he was in the mood. He told me he was too tired, so right there I had my proof. He never turns me away when I want it, usually it's me who sets the tone and timing. 

"I played a little with his legs and then his ass --- he loves a little ass play --- then took his cock in my hand. He barely could get it up. It could only get to half mast. He tried to turn over but I told him I needed cock, and now. I think it was put up or shut up time for him, and he began trying too hard and it only kept him half hard. 

"Rob, he told me to suck it, and I said no. He hates it when I say that, but I don't like sucking him and I surely didn't want to suck on a cock that had just been in Michelle. So I kept playing with him and did lick around his thighs and balls... That got him pretty hard but he was struggling, the pig.

"Anyway, he reached over for a condom and really struggled getting it on. I had to help him. He held the base, real hard, to keep his cock hard while I rolled the rubber on."

"Rubber? You guys use a rubber?" I sputtered.

"I went off the pill a couple months ago, doctor's orders," said the girl. "Don't worry, it's not my "time" so we are clear. But he doesn't know that. And let me tell you, now that I know he's fucking half the girls in the city I don't want that dirty dick touching me."

I just smiled, listening to her. I had just fucked her bare back and her husband had to do it in the rubber. How's that for a payback. Kelly Ann is quite the revenge artist.

"I couldn't help myself, Rob, he's always after me to suck his dick and I won't do it. I never had liked it. It is so, well, degrading. I know you guys love it, but I just do it on special occasions or, yea, when drunk or something. But something came over me, we got the rubber on and he was struggling, and I bent my head over and took his rubber-coated cock in my mouth.

"It was amazing. His cock sprung to attention. I think the sight of me sucking his dick in a rubber was a turn on, because just a minute or so later he pushed me away and jumped on. He started banging me like we were on our honeymoon. As usual, it was all about him, but I didn't care. I had my proof, I knew he was fucking her, and now he was fucking me. I don't think he lasted two minutes."

Asking if it was good for her, she replied it was....in that she had her proof and all the while he was screwing her she was thinking that she had been screwed earlier in the day by me.

"Payback is a bitch," said Kelly Ann. "I almost told him...but don't worry, I didn't. That's going to be our little secret. But I have to tell you it makes me feel great, really great, knowing I had one up on him. That you loved banging my pussy. That he wasn't the only one who could fuck around and get away with it. It gave me, I don't know, a powerful feeling."

We spoke for a while more before agreeing to continue the conversation when we had time. I only wondered if it would only be conversation. 

The question of conversation or action didn't take long to be decided. 

Rick went out of town for a one-night business meeting later that week, and one of the kids fell and needed stitches. Rich was apparently not answering his cell phone, so Kelly Ann called his office and asked for Michelle. "She's on vacation today," explained the temporary. "She will be back tomorrow."

Back tomorrow, she was surely on her back today...with my husband thought Kelly Ann. I received a frantic call from her, cursing out the bastard brother of mine for running off with his secretary when her kid needed him. "Bastard," was her closing word, right before slamming down the phone. 

I was just getting home from work when my phone rang. It was Kelly Ann, and she wondered if I had eaten dinner. I hadn't. "I'll swing by and pick you up, let's get take out okay. My mom is over and she has to leave by 9.

Drying off from a quick shower, I heard her knocking at the door. "That was quick," I said.

"Hurry up and get dressed," she said, ruining any thoughts of me getting a quickie. 

Throwing on some clothes, I raced downstairs and asked whose car we were taking. "I have Rick's Element," she said of his Honda. "It's blocking you, so we'll take it."

We drove toward a local mall, and she pulled into a fast food place. It wasn't fine dining, but if that's what the woman wanted, that's what she'd get. We drove off and before I knew it we were parked by a small stream which overlooked a small lake. 

"Remember this place?" inquired Kelly Ann.

How could I not? It was a haunt during high school, a place where the kids went to "park" with their dates. Remember asking several girls the magic words..."Want to go see the ducks?" A yes after dinner meant a night of necking, a no meant a walk in the mall was forthcoming. In either case it meant for many a night of blue balls.

"I remember Tommy's saying about the place when he was dating Anna...come quick at Crum Creek!"

"It figures, you guys were always gross. We girls were, well, saintly! You tricked us into coming here."

The banter went on for a few minutes as we argued about how guys were always attempting to coerce girls down to the lake for a little petting while, from her perspective, the girls were virtuous and virginal. "Of course, I think a lot of girls lost that virginity down here," said Kelly Ann with a smile. "You guys could be very convincing. What was it, the pain from blue balls affected your brains and eyesight or something."

Laughing, I replied. I think it was we'd go blind from masturbating, so we needed help.

"Oh yea," said Kelly. "Let me get this straight. When you jerked off it caused blindness, but when I jerked you off it was different."

Okay, so who said it had to make sense? We ate our dinner exchanging comments of those nights long ago. I told her I was surprised Tommy was able to have sex with Anna out here, given that the cops patrolled frequently and there wasn't a lot of time for a full blown session of sex. Kelly Ann replied that with Tommy it only took a minute or two as he had such a quick trigger.

"How do you know?" I asked.

She looked at me, smiled, then said "Anna told me, she said he couldn't keep hard without cumming for more than a few minutes. And then, well, after they broke up, and after you dumped me, Tommy brought me here on our only date."

"You fucked Tommy?" I asked, incredulously.

"No silly, but I did jerk him off," was her quick reply. "And Anna was right, he came in less than a minute. I did it to pay you back for dumping me."

And now she was here as a payback for my brother Rick's transgressions with his secretary. How ironic was that?

After finishing dinner we held hands, and then she moved over and put her head on my shoulder. "That was long ago, those nights making out here," said the pretty girl. "It was a different time, I think it was a lot easier then, when we didn't have responsibilities and kids and all that stuff."

Kelly Ann's hand move down to my pants, playing with my hardening cock. She had great hands, a girl who could use either hand to caress and stroke and satisfy a man. I unzipped my pants to get her easy access, and she pulled my dick out from my boxers.

"It likes me, after all this time it still likes me," said the girl, stroking my cock.

I luxuriated to her touch, keeping an eye at the cop car that was slowly driving down the lane. Opening my window, I waved as he went past. He gave me a knowing smile, probably figuring the old guy (me) was harmless.

In any event, I figured the coast was clear for a while, anyway, so I lay back and enjoyed Kelly Ann's erotic hand-play.

"Do you think Rick is getting a blow job tonight?" asked his wife. "I hardly ever give him blow jobs, and I surely don't allow him to cum in my mouth. Do you think Michelle sucks his cock and swallows his cum?"

What was I to say? Who knows? Probably, I guess. I mumbled something, I didn't think my answer mattered, and I think her mind had been made up.

Kelly Ann moved away, looked around, and then knelt on the passenger seat. She bent over and began stroking my cock, just like she had years ago at this same location. She kissed my neck while stroking, and I have to tell you that her hand had not lost an iota of their ability to satisfy a cock. My dick was jumping at her talented touch.

Moaning, I told her how much I enjoyed her actions.

"So, is Rick getting blown tonight?"

"Yes," was all I could manage.

"You should too."

"But I thought you didn't."

"Tonight I will."

With that she lowered her head toward my cock. I sensed she was hesitant about the act, she clearly wasn't comfortable. But maybe it was an act, as she never wavered, she moved south toward my throbbing dick, stalking her prey. 

She licked the tip while holding the base of my cock and I thought I'd explode. I kept thinking of Tommy, and his reputation, so I forced myself to ignore the touch of my brother's wife to the best I could.

Her mouth opened a little and she sucked down the tip, encircling it and then sucking hard with her unpracticed lips. It was an intense feeling, she sort of worked only on the tip of my dick while stroking the base of my cock. 

All of a sudden she released the firm grip on the tip and lowered her head to the base of my balls, lapping at the junction. Then it was back to the tip where she once again nibbled then secured the top with a lip lock followed by suction. 

A few stroked of the base with her talented hand and I couldn't stop myself. 

"I'm going to cum!" was all I could manage.

"Cum in my mouth," urged the girl. 

It was as simple as that. I forgot the fact that she didn't suck cock, and I ignored the fact that she didn't let men cum in her mouth. I totally missed the fact that she didn't swallow. All I knew is that my cock was in her mouth and erupting spurt after spurt of spirited baby batter into her wet, willing and sucking mouth. 

Liars figure, it has been said, and figures lie. There are multiple ways of interpreting facts. The facts I had thought were true about my brother's wife and her oral talents were clearly misinterpreted.

I caressed her head as I came, not holding the cock in her mouth. She could have lifted off, I suppose, but she didn't. She sucked harder on my cock, if that was possible, while I was cumming. The sensation was unbelievable, and I had a fleeting thought she had done this many times before despite her protestations. 

Spent, I laid back as she kept working my dick. She lifted her head, looked me in the eyes, and swallowed. I realized it wasn't easy, she struggled with the swallowing, and I thought for a second or two that she might spit it out. But she didn't, it all went down, and she wiped her face with her sleeve. Just like the girl did in the video. 

Sitting back on the seat, she then leaned over. I kissed her, tasting the cum residue in her mouth, tonguing her as if it was a kiss that would have to last forever. 

We held each other tight as I noticed the cop car drive past once again, stopping behind us. Again I waved, and I suspect he noticed our heads were visible and we were decent. I didn't think he had seen us in the act, thankfully, and soon he drove off. 

"That was marvelous, simply marvelous," I said to my brother's wife. "Incredible."

Kelly Ann kissed my neck. "That was intense...that was the first time I swallowed that, uh, stuff. It's not that bad. Maybe it would be a little better with a milkshake chaser but I kind of liked it."

I mentioned she was welcome to have more any time she liked, and she mentioned something about playing my cards right.

It was quite the night, and I couldn't help thinking about my brother Rick, and knew that what every Michelle and he were doing on the road that night could never, ever top what his wife had just done to me. 

Looking at the clock, I realized Kelly Ann had to be home in less than an hour. We made ourselves presentable as we drove back to my place. A few blocks from the house I kissed her at a stop sign --- it probably wasn't wise to do it in front of my house --- and wished her a good night.

"It has been a great night, Rob," she said with a smile. "I will go to sleep thinking about what we did...and remember, it is our little secret."



My Brother's Wife Ch. 03



(If you don't like a wife who cheats with her husband's brother, don't read this story. If the idea excites you, check out the first two installments for background.)

*

I read the number on Caller-ID and smiled. It was Kelly Ann. For the last week I'd been spending a lot of quality time with my brother's lovely wife. 

More appropriately, I'd been having an steamy affair with the pretty brunette. 

I know, I know, it is SO wrong, so VERY wrong. It wasn't planned, it was actually by accident. Still, I couldn't deny the fact that Kelly Ann and I had screwed over the weekend, boffing like rabbits at my house with my wife away at her mom's. Then, during the week, the girl favored me with a blow job in the car, actually swallowing my cum. That was noteworthy because that was something she claimed she didn't do with her husband, my older brother.

It all came about as payback for my brother's transgressions outside of the marital bed. You see Kelly Ann came home one afternoon and went to check her e-mails. The computer had not been correctly shut down, her husband Rich apparently was careless in the shut down process and his inquiring wife stumbled onto a set of naughty photos.

She spent the next hour looking at a variety of women serving a man who, in the end, clearly was her husband. The tattoo on his backside was a dead giveaway. 

Pissed at the world, she must have through back to the days when I dumped her, put two and two together and decided to punish first me, then her husband. But along the way I was able to talk her into revenge of a different, safer sort. Who knows, maybe she is merely crazy? I know I am. 

That led to our sexual interlude that wonderful weekend afternoon, and since that time my mind had been jumbled by the excitement of a new conquest and the inappropriateness of screwing my brother's wife. 

There may be lower things a guy could do to his brother, but I really don't know what. All I know is that Kelly Ann quietly enjoyed paying back her husband for his screwing around, and I wasn't going to argue with her method. 

He fucked around on her, she was doing the same on him.

I surely wasn't going to tell him his wife was fucking around on him. 

"Hello," was all I said. It's a good thing I hadn't said Hello honey or hello pussycat, my secret nickname for Kelly Ann. On the other end of the line was my brother Rick.

"Hey slugger, want to fill out my foursome this weekend?" asked my brother. 

I stammered a yes, because a no would have meant a lot of why nots and what was I doing. I had planned on visiting his lovely wife while he was playing golf but it appeared I'd be in the foursome on the course instead of a twosome in the bedroom.

I so wanted to ask him about the photos and videos that Kelly Ann had found. Who were these girls? I knew one was his secretary Michelle, but who were the others? How did he get them to agree to appear with him on tape? Many of the poses had the head of the girl cut off for safety, but some were full head shots of cock sliding into wet, willing mouths. 

Heck, I can't even get my wife to allow me to take a down blouse or an upskirt photo of her, while several of Rick's conquests actually perform for the camera.

There is a different conversation going on when you are screwing your brother's wife. I was so very afraid of letting something slip. He, on the other hand, couldn't stop talking. He talked about his overnight quick trip for work, and intimated he got lucky on it. Little did he know that while he was dipping his dick in his secretary Michelle's lovely snatch I was playing the old in and out game with his wife Kelly Ann. 

Yes, he was a cad, but I was lower than low. And I couldn't help smiling at my luck.

That night the same number called me, only this time it was Kelly Ann. "He ran down to the store, I just wanted to call and let you know he was with her. I smelled her perfume in his luggage."

"Aw, pussycat, you probably are imagining it."

"No, I know it. And you know what. I don't care any more. I got him back for it in the car with you! That was awesome. It was like we were teenagers again."

I reminded her that back then I couldn't get to third base with her, and she reminded me how I dumped her for a girl everyone knew was a slut.

"What are you talking about, Christine was so sweet."

"Yea, and she fucked around like a hooker on Locust, it's a good thing you didn't catch something from her," laughed Kelly Ann. 

We went back and forth with some suggestive banter until she had to quickly get off the phone when Rick returned. Not at all a bad thing, as my wife Caroline was soon on the phone with her nightly call inquiring what I was up to and how my day had been. "You watching a lot of porno with me away?"

It was difficult for me, lying to my wife, as what I wanted to say was how, yes, I'd watched some porno, but didn't want to go there afraid I'd let something slip about Kelly Ann. I was so glad the two women had never really gotten close. They were friendly, but not friends.

I felt so very guilty about cheating on her, and knew I'd never want her to find out. I also assumed that once the payback was complete Kelly Ann would going back to being totally Rick's wife unless the need for revenge again wielded its head. 

In the meantime, though, I was hot for her and hoped for another rendezvous. As luck would have it, I didn't have long to wait.

On Saturday I met Rick at the golf course and had a decent day on the links. We settled up our little bets after the round over a beer, when Rick surprised me with a request.

"Hey, bro, I have to head into work for an hour or two, just have to tidy up some things for a project due next week. And, well, Kelly Ann gets on my ass when I go in on the weekend. She thinks I work to hard, but I have to, you know? So, can you sort of cover for me if she calls? 

Rick's lie was my fortunate revelation. Of course I would cover for him. 

Heading home I showered in a flash. Then I called Kelly Ann. After a little small talk she asked where Rick was. "Look, I know he's not with you. Heck, he was so obvious when he said his phone was not working right. He said to call you....so, where is he?"

"You'll never believe it!"

There was a silent pause. "He's with her? He bastard admitted it?"

I told her what her husband told me. She put two and two together and figured he was with Michelle at the office.

"We'll I guess I could go over and catch them in the act," said my brother's wife, seemingly resigned to the fact that her husband was fooling around again. "Too bad for Rick, he was going to get laid tonight. Oh well, I guess he'd rather fuck his slut than his wife. Say, is Caroline home yet?"

"Nope, tomorrow. I just spoke with her a while ago and she isn't leaving until the morning."

"Well, someone is going to fuck me...do you want to or should I go out and find someone new."

Telling her I was here for her, she said she'd be over in a half hour. Wrong as it was, I couldn't help myself. Like a guy addicted to drugs, I was addicted to the charms of my sister. She took her time coming over, maybe 45 minutes, but it was well worth the wait. 

I greeted Kelly Ann with a big smile. She greeted me, once she had closed the door, with a long, passionate kiss. It wasn't until my roving hands made their way to her backside that I realized she wasn't wearing panties. I caressed her bare ass under her dress and played with her ass cheeks.

Along the way I realized she was wearing a garter belt, the flimsy straps felt great on her ass. 

Breaking the embrace she strode into the living room and twirled around, skirt flaring up and baring her ass. Yes, she had on sexy black stockings and a black garter belt. The look was hot, and I thought it was a good thing the cops hadn't stopped her because if it was a male she'd have been strip searched. 

Kelly Ann said she'd been looking at the zip drive and the incriminating photos of her husband and his girlfriends. "How do you think he talked each of them into posing the exact same way? It's quite erotic."

The pose she was referring to were the five photos of girls sitting on a bed, their legs spread open offering a bird's view of their pussys. Each of the girls had their panties spread wide too, leg to leg.

"I bet they were stretched out so much the elastic broke," said Kelly Ann. "I tried that pose today and ruined a nice pair of Victoria's Secret undies."

We agreed he probably saw the pose in some magazine or on the internet, and merely sweet talked each of his conquests to be photographed in the suggestive pose.

"He has a certain theme of his photography," I surmised, reminding myself of the themes in the photos his wife found.

Kelly Ann nodded her head. "Yea, he gets some bimbo to take off her clothes and then he takes dirty pictures of them....some theme."

"No, seriously," I replied. "I mean, there are the shots with panties you were mentioning, several with the girl kneeling and....""

"Sucking his fucking cheating cock?"

"Uh, yea, and then there are just the plain shots of the girl's beaver. It's almost like a souvenir; he takes a shot of their pussy. Getting great looks at the hair down there and all that."

Kelly Ann nodded her head, obviously thinking of the computer and the incriminating shots of the girls in various stages of undress and provocative poses. 

"You know he wanted me to really trim my pussy hair. I mean, I trim so I can get into a bathing suit and all that, but he wanted me to do like the girls in the magazines. A runway, or a diamond or something," said my brother's wife. "I always refused, but it appears he found others who either already did it or willingly did it. Each of the girls was, well, sort of trimmed in different ways down there."

I had to agree it was too coincidental that the girls in the shots had different "shapes" down there. Only one had a full bush, the others were shaved in different ways. I wondered if he'd coerced them into doing that for him, or it was the mere luck of the draw that his conquests each had different "looks" to their private parts.

That gave me an idea. "How about a heart?"

Kelly Ann looked at me like I was nuts. "What are you talking about?"

"How about giving me a little heart-shaped design down there? That's a bit of a payback, right? It would be our little secret."

"But he will know the first time he sees me, uh, naked."

Yes, I explained, he'd know, but he wouldn't need to know it was for me, not him. "Just tell him you decided to do it for some special occasion for him, but you will know the real reason."

The woman was tempted by the thought. "That would be appropriate, another payback. I didn't do it for him, but for you...and he wouldn't even know," she mused. "That's a great thought, that would be a real fuck you and he wouldn't have any idea."

I dialed the phone to Rick's office, telling Kelly Ann to shoosh.

"Hello," said my out of breath brother. 

"Did you run to the phone?" I asked.

"Uh, yea, other side of the room," said Rick, although I knew better. He was working out on his secretary in one way or another.

"I just spoke with Kelly Ann, and she's heading out shopping for a couple hours, so the coast if clear for you....uh, to stay longer at work."

Rick grunted an answer. Setting down the phone I revealed to Kelly Ann my detective work: "He's fucking her right now."

"That bastard, he told you?"

I smiled, "no, but he was either lifting weights or a girl was working over or under him. He was out of breath."

My remarks got the retort I wanted.

"Then fuck me, now!" said my brother's wife.

I love it when a good plan comes together, to borrow a phrase. I pulled Kelly Ann close, kissed her, and then pushed her to her knees.

Opening my zipper, I told her my dick needed her attention.

She didn't need to be asked twice, as she quickly and willingly opened her mouth and lowered her head.

"No hands, Kelly Ann, just your wonderful mouth."

The girl did as she was told, muscling her lips around my cock and bringing it to full attention. She worked her lips down my manhood about half way, and then slowly worked back up to the tip. There she spent time moving her lips and tongue around the tip of my cock as if working on a creamy ice cream cone. She savored the tip, tasting, before beginning to move her head up and down my now throbbing stem.

"Oh yea, that's great, suck my dick Kelly Ann. Do what you don't do to Rick. Blow me."

The girl never missed a beat, working my cock like an expert. I wanted to keep the blow job going longer but I didn't think I could last. Lifting her up, I kissed her again, this time putting one hand on her ass while the other worked its way toward her pussy.

Fingering the wet slit brought a slight moan from the girl, and I wormed my finger around before nuzzling against her clit. That brought her head back as she pushed down on my finger.

"Sooo good, so very good," cooed the girl. "Oh that's wonderful."

I worked her pussy like a concert violinist his strings, enjoying the feeling of power as the girl reacted to my stroking. It didn't take long before she came on my hand, wetting it in female orgasmic bliss. 

"Fuck me now."

I did, right there and then. Right on the living room floor. I mounted her and began banging her like there was no tomorrow. In and out my dick spanked the inside of her moist cunt. She was moving in tune to my quick thrusts, fucking like a teenager. Slipping my hands under her ass, I worked her up and down on my cock, playing with both ass and garter straps as I did it. The feeling was incredible, and I couldn't help smile at my fortune.

Ordering her onto her hands and knees I marveled at how great her ass looked encased in black garters and how good her legs looked in stockings. They were seamed in the back, and I loved the way they caressed her legs. 

Telling the girl how good she looked in our outfit, I reentered her pussy from behind. From this angle her pussy felt tighter, and I savored the feeling of her ass cheeks bouncing back against my thighs. I reached around and grabbed a handful of her bouncing tits, sort of pulling her back then pushing her away with my down thrust. 

"This is so hot, Kelly Ann, so very hot. You feel wonderful."

"Cum in me, you bastard. Take me as hard as you want, use me. Cum in your brother's wife's pussy!"

That did it for me, as I went over the edge and shot several powerful volleys of baby batter into her unprotected cunt. I thought that it was dangerous, but given that it wasn't her time I didn't really care. Heck, I didn't really care if it was her time, although knocking her up wasn't my thought. No, I just enjoyed fucking her very special hot pussy.

The fact that my bare cock had sampled her hot box while her husband got it in a rubber made the act so more erotic. 

We uncoupled, lying together on the floor. She had her head on my shoulder, and I held her close.

"That was so intense, Jon, so very, very good. I haven't cum like that in ages."

I proudly kissed her neck, reminding her of how remarkable she felt and how wonderful it was to be inside her. 

"So, how many girls have you fucked," asked my new lover. "Besides your wife and me, I mean."

I almost made up a number, but thought truth would be the best avenue. "There have been three others...how about you?"

A minute past, and then another. "Do you know what's remarkable? Leaving spouses out, your bastard brother has had more conquests that you and I put together."

The photos gave that impression. It sure appeared that way.

"I think I have some making up to do. Maybe I should fuck the pizza delivery boy or the guy who helps me at the gym? What do you think:"

I told her I was jealous already!

"Aren't I good enough?"

"You are wonderful, but he's way ahead of me."

What did I care if she began fucking around, as long as I was on the short list? Hell, once my wife got home I don't think it would be easy to continue this little affair without getting caught. That surely wouldn't be a good thing.

It's a good thing Kelly Ann visited the house often anyway, because that gave reason to her stopping by this week. I just hoped nobody blabbed about her screaming that first night. 

In the meantime, though, I wanted as much of her pussy as I could get.

Smiling at Kelly Ann, I said there was a trimming razor in the bathroom if she wanted to do some artwork. Twenty minutes later I was greeted by a girl with a smartly trimmed, heart shaped bush. "This is yours, this is your pussy hair, trimmed just for you," said my brother's wife. 

Dropping to my knees, I slid her back into the love seat and spread open her legs. Pulling her toward me, I got to see that trimming up close as I licked her pussy. "Oh my that's so dirty yet so hot," said the girl. "You are licking the pussy you just shot your stuff into. It's gross and erotic at the same time."

I lapped away at her core for several minutes, maybe longer, until she put her hands on my head and pushed her sex toward my mouth. Soon she was cumming again.

"Can you give me another shot of your stuff?" asked the girl?

Replying that I'd try, we slid into the 69 position and worked each other sex with our mouths. She was sensitive, I was drained. We careful worked each other, me licking her tangy pussy and her my hardening cock.

"How do you want me?"

Asking her to lay back and lift her legs, I said I wanted to fuck her while seeing that new heart shaped bush. My bush. 

I slid my cock up and down her moist hole, greasing up my cock to allow it to slide in easily. She asked me to be careful, she was sensitive down there from our earlier coupling, and I tried. Still, my initial thrust caused some pain, something she lived with as I began fucking her in earnest. 

It's funny, I had no love for this girl, but really enjoyed the sex. I used her body by her husband should, only without any commitment. I just fucked her, and it felt so very good.

We rutted like kids, each taking from the coupling what we wanted. Her eyes were closed, opening only when I told her I was going to cum. And boy did I ever come, filling her box with my sauce for the second time in the day.

Afterward we spoke of our week. "This has been great, but we have to be very, very careful. I don't want your wife to find out, obviously. And I don't want Rick to know. I'm pissed at him, and revenge is sweet. But I have the kids to worry about."

"Me too," I said, thinking of my own situation. "But it would be great to do this again. If we could keep it to ourselves."

We agreed that if the situation presented itself we'd do it again, but we wouldn't do anything to get caught. 

As it was, we nearly did get caught. Luckily, Kelly Ann was reinvented in the marital bedroom. She told me I sparked a new woman at home, as she hated her husband for his cheating ways but started working hard to get him back "home."

She admitted to me later that the ultimate revenge came after out last sexual encounter, as she seduced him when he came home from the office after banging his secretary. "It was funny, he couldn't get it up, but I was all over him. Soon he was going down on me and licking my pussy. The pussy you had come in twice that afternoon, and he didn't suspect a thing.

"It was so hot knowing he was licking out your cum, I came quickly knowing he was cleaning up your mess. But that just got me hot, and I began working on his cock like you taught me. Soon he did get hard, grabbed a rubber, and he banged me good. I have to say that was hot too, knowing each of the brothers got me to cum in the same day. Am I perverted or what?"

The girl went on with her story, how she woke up the following morning to the sight of Rick jerking his cock at her face. "I blew him and he shot in my mouth," said the girl. "He said he didn't know what had gotten over me, but he didn't complain when I swallowed. Maybe there's hope for us yet." 




My Brother's Wife Ch. 03



We kept to ourselves over the next month for the most part. The only exception was another quick call when she surmised Rick was getting some after work.

"He said he was working late, but I think he's doing her again," said Kelly Ann. "Want a blow job? I need some more practice."

Slipping away from home was easy, and we met at a local shopping mall. This time she slipped into my car and we drove behind a local distribution center that was dormant at night. The girl had been practicing, as she had mastered the task of jerking off a cock while sucking it. Obviously Rick had been getting blow a bit at home. 

It was so very erotic having my brother's wife sucking on my cock in the car. She knelt on the passenger side seat, and I slid my hand down her backside, under her panties, playing with her ass while she blew me. The girl was really a talented cocksucker, one that had showed so much improvement since we first started our affair. It wasn't long before my dick was exploding in her mouth.

"That was incredible, Kelly Ann, you are very talented in the cocksucking department."

She shook her head and smiled, making sure I noticed her swallowing my stuff. 

"Well, Rick's been getting a couple blow jobs a week, but I guess tonight he wanted HER to do it or whatever. Hey, fair is fair. If he's getting laid or a blow job at work, I should get mine, right?"

We laughed and I smiled at my fortune. 

"Oh, and I have been practicing on a guy I met at the gym."

You could have knocked me over with a feather.

"Don't look so shocked, he's harmless and he loves when I suck his cock," said my brother's wife. "If Rick can run around with his secretary, I can suck off a young guy here and there."

The girl looked at my face. I must have had a concerned look. "Don't worry, he's just a plaything. Sucked his cock a couple times and we're now just friends. That's what I told him. But it was another notch on my belt. Every time Rick fucks around, I will be matching him."

My goodness, what had she become? 

My mind was totally jumbled by the revelation, but that was nothing like the one which happened a few weeks later.

The call came from my brother. It wasn't to fill out a foursome on the golf course. Rick called and surprised me with a revelation of his own.

"We're having a baby!" he joyously said.

I could only wonder whose it was and whether congratulations were in order?