This story is my own work. I submit for publication only on Literotica. It is not to be reproduced or published on any other site, any other format, or under any other name. Warning: It’s a long one, over 13,500 words.
Ok, so I’m dipping my toe into the LW category for the first time. This is not a BTB, RAAC, or Cuckold Humiliation story, so if that’s what you want, please keep browsing the LW Hub–there are some great stories and wonderful writers here. This is a story about a loving couple deciding to share on one very special occasion. I know that haters gonna hate, and that’s fine. It’s your right. But if you want to leave negative comments, please try to explain them intelligently. I’m always up for constructive criticism from other Lit authors and members, especially those with profiles.
I write for fun and pleasure and I don’t have an editor here, although I’ve reached out to several. Most comments that I read on other stories about the need to get an editor really mean a proofreader. I proofread my stories as carefully as I can; however, I suck at proofing my own stuff. I work really hard on it and, no matter how diligent I try to be, I always find some mistakes after the story is published. Usually, I find a few more than those who point them out in the comments find. Please don’t feel a need to nitpick and try to not to let a few typos or misspellings ruin the experience.
Everyone in the story is over 18.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to individuals living or dead is purely coincidental.
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“God yesss baby don’t stop, please don’t stop I’m almost there” I said as I bounced up and down on my hubby’s beautiful cock. “PLEASE DON’T ST…OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I screamed as my orgasm hit. My explosion touched off his and mine extended until after Greg finished unloading in me. It was a beautiful climax, just like always.
MY HUSBAND ROCKS MY FUCKING WORLD!
I leaned in to kiss him, still a trembling mess, as he gently stroked my long, honey brown hair bringing me slowly back to reality. His semi-hard cock was still in my excited pussy.
God I love riding my Greg. His cock is such a perfect fit. When he fucks me he knows just where to aim his cock, when to go easy, and when to pound me as hard as he can. He’s just big enough to bottom out, and he knows how not to hurt me. When I ride him, he’s always so stiff and hard and he’s often able to thrust up with me and match my rhythm perfectly. His girth stretches me just to the point of being almost painful, but the only thing I feel is pleasure. He instinctively knows when to treat me gently and lovingly and when to use me like his whore. He knows that I love both and everything fun, flirty, and naughty in between. And if that isn’t enough, he’s the funniest, most loving, and tender man I’ve ever met both in and out of the bedroom. He also loves it when I take charge, which I occasionally like to do. Sex, like all other aspects of our lives, is a true partnership.
I had my share of lovers before we met, two had monster cocks that convinced me that I’d never be a “size queen”–ugh they hurt! What fun is a cock that you can’t get your mouth around anyway? Some guys I dated were about the same size and most were smaller than my Greg. None, not a single one, could ever satisfy me with his dick like Greg. I won’t even get into what that man can do with his hands, fingers, and tongue–and even once with his elbow (I’ll leave that one to your imagination 😉
I leaned over and locked lips with my honey and realized he was still hard (one of his very best qualities). I started moving again, this time, using his cock like a joystick with my neatly trimmed pussy.
“Babe, babe, babe! We don’t have time,” Greg said. “Mikey should be here very soon. You need to get another shower. We can’t go to Taqueria Latina! smelling like a porn theater.”
“Join me?” I asked with a wicked grin holding my perky 34b’s in my palms in what only could be interpreted as an engraved invitation.
“Then we’ll never be finished woman! You know what your wet body does to me!” He smiled that dazzling smile. It was the first thing I noticed about him when we met. It melted me. With one look I knew I wanted him. After we spoke for about ten minutes I knew that I’d found HIM. THE ONE. MY SOULMATE.
“OK, OK, I’m going” I pouted, “but even with Mikey here tonight, I’m going to get some more of that love from you babe, even if I have to chew through the pillow and mattress to keep quiet.” Greg just chuckled at that.
Should I point out that I get a bit loud when we fuck? I’m loud when we make love too because Greg is the best, most considerate, and most imaginative lover I’ve ever had and the orgasms he gives me make me scream to the heavens. And from what all of my girlfriends have told me about their fuck buddies, lovers, and husbands over the years, I suspect he’s one of the best on the planet.
I’m a lucky girl!
As I stepped into the hot shower, I heard Greg come in and pee. He’s so considerate, he didn’t even flush! I heard him running water in the basin and figured he was doing a quick wash up. God men have it easy. We leak all day after sex and all they need is a quick wipe and they’re ready to go. I smiled as I showered. If Mikey wasn’t coming over, I’d keep Greg’s cum in my pussy all evening and let him fill it up over and over.
That’s usually how our weekends go. We both work long, hard hours, but normally have weekends off. So during the week, it’s work, dinner, and quick sweet love or a nice hard fuck at night. Weekends and holidays, however, are sextravaganzas! We’ve read the Kama Sutra, lots of stories on erotic websites, and have watched a lot of porn for ideas. It’s amazing the stuff two people can do to keep their monogamous relationship fresh! I’ll admit to being a bit bi-curious, but not to the extent that I would risk my relationship. Greg has no interest in a threesome, so I guess I won’t ever experience Sapphic love. Meh, I’m not THAT curious. Not bad for a couple that’s been together for almost twelve years and married for ten eh? Don’t be jealous! You can have that too if you want. Just love your spouse and get rid of all of your inhibitions and hang ups. I guarantee if you do, and you learn to communicate, fidelity will never be a problem. It’s never been one for us and we’re both sure that it never will be. And, oh my am I satisfied! I know, I’ve already made that point!
I came out of the shower wrapped in a towel using another to dry my hair.
Greg was sitting on the bed with a sad look on his face.
“What’s wrong honey?” I asked.
“It’s fucking Jeff,” his boss. “He needs me to go check on the job in Phoenix right away. It appears that the client is pissed. He won’t work with Jose and wants only Jeff or me to solve the problem.”
“Can’t Jeff go?” I asked the obvious question.
“No, his granddaughter just got engaged and she’s visiting this weekend with her fiance. They’re meeting Jeff and Marian for the first time.”
I don’t think I’ve ever seen Greg look so miserable.
“Oh baby, I’m so sorry. I know you have been looking so forward to this weekend with Mikey before he ships out.”
Mikey is Greg’s baby brother. They’re extremely close even though Greg is thirty-four and Mike’s only nineteen. Their parents were killed when Greg was in college and Mikey was in grade school (his parents planned to have only one child, but a wild weekend and too many margaritas….) Mikey lived with an aunt until he started middle school and transferred to the military boarding school that Greg had attended until he graduated from high school. Greg was Mikey’s legal guardian and we did want to keep him with us, but he wanted try the boarding school since he idolized Greg and wanted to do everything the way his big brother did. To be honest, they had a much better support system there than we could have provided as a young couple. During his last year of high school he enlisted in the Marines and went to Parris Island right after graduation.
We didn’t see Mikey a lot during his last years at the boarding school. Holidays and a few weekends here and there kept us close. Too bad we didn’t have Skype back then.
I met Greg in college and we married right after he graduated. We’re still living in their parents house, saving money until we’re ready to buy our own. Before Mikey turned eighteen, we had a long talk about what to do with the house and all agreed that we’d stay in it until Mikey finished his service. Now Mikey had just completed his training and was being deployed to the Middle East. We’ve been paying “rent” to Mikey in an escrow account since we moved in. We’d sell the house and split the profit and turn over the escrowed rent whenever Mikey decided to return to civilian life.
I looked over at Greg, and for the first time in my life I saw tears in his eyes. I took him in my arms and drew him into my loving embrace whispering tenderly “when do you have to leave?”
“I’m on the next flight out. I have to leave for the airport in about an hour.” He seemed so miserable.
Just then his phone buzzed. He brightened a little. “Mikey just got of the Interstate, he should be here in a few minutes.”
I breathed a small sigh of relief. At least the brothers could see each other and hug before Mikey shipped out.
I slipped into some white bikini panties and a sensible bra and donned my navy blue floral sundress that is Greg’s favorite. We went downstairs to wait for Mike.
“Don’t worry baby. I’ll keep Mikey occupied, you know we get along great. If you can get back by Sunday afternoon, we can see him off together Sunday evening.”
He pulled me in for a deep kiss. “I know you will babe. I’m sorry we won’t even have time for a proper goodbye. Jeff already has my return flight scheduled. I get in around noon on Sunday, so I should be back here by 1:00.
“You’ll get to see him at least and have a short visit on Sunday” I offered.
Greg smiled wickedly. “I wasn’t talking about Mikey.” He laughed and kissed me deep.
I know I’ve said this already in so many words, but I have to repeat it–Greg and I had a great sex life! No. Not great. FUCKING UNBELIEVABLE! I know, I’m bragging! I’ll stop…maybe.
“Don’t worry, we’ll have plenty of time for fun when you get back. Maybe if Mikey has a bit too much to drink and goes to bed early, we can have phone sex later tonight or tomorrow night” I said with a wink.
“MMMMMM” he moaned. “I fucking love you Chelsea.
“I love you too baby.”
Just then the door opened. Mikey still had his keys.
“Jeez, get a room! Can you two ever keep your hands off of each other?”
“Mikey!” I squealed and jumped into his arms. I hugged him tight and gave him a big kiss on the cheek and another quick peck on the lips.
“C’mere dipshit” Greg said with a smile and the two commenced a bro hug.
I went into the kitchen to fix us some lemonade, leaving the boys alone for the precious few minutes they had together. I made a mental note to tear Jeff a new one next time I saw him. He could easily have rescheduled the meeting with his granddaughter. Mikey was going to an extremely dangerous place and there was a chance that he’d never come back. Since the war started about the time Mikey enlisted Greg and I have been on pins and needles. When he informed us that he was being deployed, both been sick with worry. I’m sure it won’t abate for the entire duration of his tour.
I brought the lemonade in in just enough time for Greg to have a glass before he hit the road.
Greg drained his lemonade and said “I hate to do this bro, but I really have to go now.”
“Wait. What?” Mikey asked.
Greg quickly explained the situation and apologized. Mikey, being the great guy that he is, understood.
The brothers embraced. Greg had tears in his eyes when he said “I’m so sorry I have to cut this weekend short. I love you Michael.”
Mikey hugged his brother tight, straightened his shoulders and said “I’ll do my best. I love you too Gregory.”
I gave Greg another kiss and we watched him get into his truck and drive away for the half hour trip to the airport.
“So Mikey, how are you?” I asked and took a sip of my lemonade.
“I’m great Sis” he responded. “I’m really looking forward to the deployment. I’ve been training non-stop and I can’t wait to step up and serve my country. It’s only been three years, but every night I still see those towers falling. I’m happy to do my part to keep the country safe.”
“We’re both so proud of you Mike.” I answered, not mentioning how terrified Greg and I were for his safety.
“Thanks Sis. I’m proud of you guys too. Greg’s the greatest brother, always has been. And you, well, I couldn’t ask for a better Sis!”
We smiled lovingly at each other.
Just then my cell rang.
It was Greg.
“Hey baby, did you forget something?”
“No,” he answered. “I need to talk with you privately Chelsea. Can you discreetly excuse yourself from Mikey and go upstairs for a minute?” he asked in a nervous tone.
“Mikey, Greg wants me to look for something in our bedroom, I’ll be right back” I explained.
I walked upstairs and closed the door.
“What’s up babe? Why the cloak and dagger?” I asked with genuine concern.
Greg hemmed and hawed a bit. “I have to ask you for an important favor love.”
“Name it! You know you can count on me honey.”
“I know, I know” he replied “but this is a bit strange. I, um, I want you to, I, JEEZUS this is hard.” My normally direct husband rarely stumbles like this, so I sat on the bed and gave him a little time.
“What’s up baby? What’s bothering you? Just tell me” I gently asked him.
“I want you to have sex with Mikey while I’m gone this weekend” he blurted out finally.
“WHAT? ARE YOU ON DRUGS?” I replied incredulously.
“No, no, I’m not on drugs Chelsea” he replied. “I was going to ask you about this all week and kept chickening out, so I planned to bring it up tonight after we went to bed. Mikey’s still a virgin and I want you to take his virginity and turn him into a man this weekend.”
I sat dumbfounded for a moment. My confusing turning to anger. “I’m not a whore Greg. I know we do everything and I sometimes get pretty wild, even dirty, but it’s between us. I’m not going to be pimped out to your brother.
“Of course not Chels!” He pleaded. “Please don’t be angry. I know you’re not a whore and I’m not asking you to be one.”
Before he could get his next sentence out I charged ahead “if this is some damn Peterson family tradition and I’m supposed to service all the males when they come of age like that girl in that story we read on Literotica last week, you should have told me BEFORE we got married” I said accusingly. “I think we need to stop spending so much time on that site.”
“No, no, no babe, nothing like that! Jeez this is all coming out wrong” I could hear a sense of anxiety and desperation in Greg’s voice. “Please hear me out ok?”
I shook my head disgustedly. “Go on.”
“Chels, I’m terrified. I’m afraid Mikey’s going to die over in some shithole before he experiences life. I don’t…I just don’t want him to die a virgin.” I could hear Greg softly sobbing. My own eyes teared up.
“Ok,” I answered tenderly. “I get that. I’m scared too. I get where you’re coming from, but I don’t need to be the one. Let me call Shelley or Melissa, I’m sure that one or even both of them would be delighted to get their hands on a young hunk like Mike.”
“NO!” My husband answered forcefully. “Shelley will eat him alive and Melissa, well, I’m sorry babe, I’d be afraid what Mikey might catch from her.”
“Goddamitt Greg!” Melissa is not some crackwhore. I know she’s wild, but…”
Greg cut me off “she’s more than wild babe. Do you know that she slept with both Glen and Jaquin last New Years eve? They had a threesome. She gave them both the clap.”
“Oh shit! I didn’t know that! I mean, she is a bit of a skank, but gonorrhea?” I asked.
“Yes, look, I’m not judging Mel. She’s a free agent and can do whatever she wants. I can’t sit in judgment, but she did give them the clap and you know, she hasn’t slowed down with the hookups at all. I mean she left the bar with a total stranger last week. But even if I felt comfortable with Melissa or if Shelley was willing, I want Mikey’s first time to be with a loving, considerate, adventurous, and beautiful woman–not some man eater. You fit the bill in every way my love.” Greg knows that flattery gets him everywhere.
“Babe, I just can’t. I vowed to “forsake all others.” I love Mikey, but when it comes to sex, he’s in the ‘all others’ category. I’m sorry.” I softly explained.
Greg grew quiet. “Please Chelsea” he sobbed. “Please just take this one hall pass on our vows. Think of the reason. It’s a good one, not some wild excuse to get some strange. Please just think about it ok?”
My heart melted. I know my husband and I really understood where he was coming from, but he was asking a lot of me. “Ok, honey. I’ll think about it tonight. I promise I’ll think about it hard and from all angles. Can I let you know in the morning?”
“That’s more than fair Chels” he responded. “I understand what I’m asking you to do and I promise I won’t go ballistic or be jealous, only thankful. And, babe, I’ll repay this favor in ways that you’ll never forget.”
“Slow down cowboy!” I bet he could see me grinning at him through the phone. “I haven’t said ‘yes’ yet but I will think hard on it. Ok?”
“Ok baby.” He said and I could almost feel his smile. “Thank you. I love you more than life itself.”
“Well damn!” I joked. “How do I say ‘I love you more’ after that?”
“I know you do honey. I love you. Call you in the morning.” And with that my loving husband hung up.
I sat on the bed shaking my head. What a strange request! Could I actually sleep with another man? I was sure that the answer was ‘no’ but in the back of my mind something was telling me not to think of it that way, to think of it as a way that I could honor my husband’s serious, almost sacred request.
I had no answers just then, so I went into the bathroom for a quick pee and freshened up. Taking a deep breath, I went back downstairs. I wasn’t going to say anything to Mikey tonight because I hadn’t made up my mind yet. As much as I didn’t want to have sex with anyone but Greg, I didn’t want to let my husband down on something so important to him. But cheating is something I absolutely despise. Don’t get me wrong. I’m attracted to men, and I daydream from time to time about celebrities and acquaintances. I get hit on constantly when I’m alone and sometimes the guys are hot. But cheating on my Greg…never! But I didn’t want to disappoint him either. I know he must have agonized over asking me and that his reasons were noble. But another man’s cock in my pussy…I sighed and pulled myself together and went down to join Mikey.
As I came down the stairs I called out “I’m starving Mikey. Want to go out? We planned to take you to our favorite Mexican place. Is that good for you?”
“Perfect! I we don’t get much in the way of good Mexican or Tex Mex the mess hall” Mikey answered.
We got in my car. MY FUCKING CAR! Greg had given it to me a few years ago. When he showed up with it I almost punched him…it was a hunk of junk. But he lovingly restored it and now I get to drive around in a cherry 1972 Malibu convertible!
I drove to the restaurant with the top down and Mikey and I just enjoyed the pleasurable weather on the way.
The co-owner Maria was at the hostess stand when we walked in.
She greeted us cordially. “Hi Chelsea! Always good to see you. Where’s your handsome husband tonight?”
“He’s been called into work” I answered. “Maria, this is Greg’s brother Mike. He’s visiting with us before he ships out for his deployment.”
“Ships out?” Maria asked. “Navy?”
“Marines ma’am,” Mikey answered.
“Ah, my son was in the Marines. It almost killed his dad. My Juan is an army man.
We all laughed.
Maria showed us to our table and we had a pleasant dinner. Our conversation revolved around his training, my job, and Greg’s work. While we were inhaling our sopasillas, I asked “so Mikey, how’s your love life? Leaving any girls at home to pine away for you?”
He blushed. “No, no one special sis. I’ve dated a few girls, but haven’t really clicked with anyone yet. I guess I lack a bit of confidence there.”
I sipped my margarita. “Lacking confidence? How can that be Mikey? You’re a Marine for chrissakes.”
Mikey blushed again. “I don’t know Chels. I mean, I’d jump on a grenade to protect my buddies and I’m sure that I can conquer my fear of functioning under fire, but with women, it’s different. I don’t know how to talk to them. I start a conversation, then feel like a fool.”
I reached over and clasped his hand and brought it up to my lips and kissed it. “You have nothing to fear Mikey. You’re a great guy. You’re really handsome, even sexy.” He blushed again! “When the right girl comes along, you’ll find that you won’t have any problems holding up your end of the conversation. And that’s a good thing. If you haven’t clicked with anyone, that just means that she’s still out there waiting for you.”
Mikey excused himself to the restroom while I paid our check. It was still early and the cantina next door had a band. I thought, maybe I’ll take Mikey dancing. I really didn’t think that I could acquiesce to Greg’s request, but at least, with a slow dance or two, I could see if Mikey was even attracted to me. Not only did I not really want to have sex with anyone else, but deep down, I also feared that Mikey might reject me. I shook my head at myself and thought ‘Jeezus girl, are you actually considering going through with this aren’t you?’ To be honest, I was a little aroused.
Mikey and I went to the cantina and I ordered a beer with a shot of Don Julio Anejo and a diet coke for Mike. Mikey was only 19 and couldn’t drink, so I knew I could have a few and not worry about driving. I downed the shot and joined Mike at the table he picked out.
The band was really good. They were playing some really nice Tejano music…that’s one of the many the cool things about living in the Austin area, there’s so much good music!
Mikey, like Greg, is a good dancer. Believe it or not, the military boarding school they attended required courses on etiquette, manners, and social dancing.
We ripped through a few fast numbers when the band went into Tish Hinojosa’s “Closer Still.” I love that song. I pulled Mikey close and rested my head on his broad shoulder.
As we danced, I listened to the young singer’s brilliant rendition of Hinojosa’s beautiful song. I pondered the title wondering if I went through with Greg’s request would our lives change? Would our fire still be “burnin’ without end?” Could Greg handle the knowledge that I gave myself to his brother? Would I regret my choice? Would I resent Greg for his request? Would he resent me? Or would it be possible to come out of this strange situation stronger and “closer still?”
The song ended and the band started playing an original with Spanish lyrics. It was soft and romantic. I didn’t understand most of the words, but it was clearly a love song.
I let my body mold itself to Mikey’s and was surprised to feel a rather hard bump against my mound. I knew that he was aroused.
Mikey pulled back from me and started to apologize.
“Shhhh honey” I replied as I put my index finger to his lips to silence him. “It’s natural. I understand.” I smiled and looked into his eyes and said “it’s good to know the old girl’s still got it!”
He laughed and said, “of course you have it Chels. You’ve always had it. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.” Then he blushed.
I pulled him close and melted against his body and kissed his cheek.
I was on fire.
We danced a few more fast numbers and returned to the table. I downed the rest of my beer. I thought about just ordering one more for courage and just taking Mikey home and banging his brains out. But I knew I wasn’t ready to take that big step. There were so many thorns on this vine. I had to think about the question some more. I couldn’t afford to make a mistake here. It could cost me my marriage to the most wonderful man in the world.
“Let’s head home Mikey. It’s getting late. I want to have a full fun day with you tomorrow” I said.
Mikey nodded in agreement.
We drove home comfortably chatting about anything and everything. Since we weren’t in public, I offered him a beer and we had a couple while we talked. Mikey started to yawn around eleven, so I thought it was time to get him settled in for the night.
We’d fixed up Mikey’s old room as a guest room, so he knew his way. I’d replaced the toiletries in the en suite and put fresh towels in the closet earlier in the week.
Mikey and I walked together toward his room, our master suite was only one door down the hallway. When we got to his door I hugged him tight and wished him goodnight. I gave him a soft, closed lip kiss on his mouth and gently pushed him through the doorway.
I made my way to our bedroom and undressed. I usually sleep in the nude, but tonight I pulled on the t-shirt Greg had left on top of the hamper after his shower this morning. I needed him in the worst way and it felt so wonderful to have something he wore so close to my skin. I could still smell his scent.
I could also smell the scent of my pussy. Greg’s strange request, the tequila, the close dancing, and the memory of Mikey’s hard cock pressing against my mound while we danced had me horny as hell.
My right hand seemed to move down to my pussy on its own accord. I imagined what it would have been like if I opened my lips when I kissed Mikey goodnight. If he had pushed his tongue into my mouth, his strong hands exploring my body. I came in a manner of seconds. When I was done I had a strange feeling of both elation and shame. I wondered if was a whore to be turned on by Greg’s strange request. Would I get hit with the Martian Slut Ray if I slept with Mikey. Yeah, Greg and I are reading way too much on Literotica!
I fell asleep, but it was a fitful night.
Every hour on the hour I found myself waking up after just dosing off. Wondering if I could actually fuck my brother-in-law. Gawd, he was young, sexy, and so manly. If I wasn’t married, I know that I’d have been attracted to Mikey. Could I cheat on Greg? Was even thinking about all of this cheating? Was I a slut? Eventually, around 3:30 a. m. I dozed off for a few consecutive hours.
Next morning I woke to a little ray of sunshine peeking through my window. It was 7:00. I wanted to fix Mikey a good breakfast before he woke up, but when I got downstairs I found him already in the kitchen pounding a Gatorade.
“You’re up early!” I observed.
“Yeah sis, I’m up before dawn everyday now. Your door was closed and I didn’t want to wake you, so I did my calisthenics on the patio and then went for a run.”
He was shirtless and sweaty. OMG! He was one fine piece of manflesh!
I didn’t want him to catch me staring, why? I can’t tell you. I mean how weird is that? I didn’t want him to see me checking him out, yet, I was seriously considering giving him my pussy!
“Ok, finish cooling down and go get a shower. I’m going to cook us some breakfast and then we’re going out and about for the day after I shower and get dressed.”
Mikey went upstairs to shower and my phone buzzed. It was Greg.
I went out back and closed the sliding door to take his call.
“Hi baby! How’s Phoenix?” I asked.
“Ugh, it’s still Phoenix” he replied. “Hot, dry, but at least the food is fantastic.”
“Is the hotel ok? Did you sleep well?”
“The hotel is like every other Hilton I guess, nice and comfy” he answered. “I didn’t sleep much though. I was mostly praying that you’d agree to do what I asked you to do with Mikey.”
“He can’t even say it” I thought to myself. What a minefield!
“Have you thought about it baby?” He asked softly.
“Greg, it’s about all I’ve been thinking about. I know how important this is to you and I want to grant your wish, but I’m terrified that things will change between us. Have you thought this all through? Will you be jealous or angry? If I do this, will you hate me? I can’t bear the thought of this ruining our marriage.”
“Chels, Chels, slow down” my husband pleaded. “Yes. I’ve thought about this carefully, at least for the last six weeks when we planned Mikey’s visit. Of course I’ll be a little jealous, but I can deal with that. I assure you that I won’t put any blame on you or resent you if you do this. I love you and I know this is hard for you to consider. But babe, if anything changes, it only be that I love you even more if you give me this gift.”
I decided to test the waters. “It wouldn’t be just a gift to you babe. Mikey is one sexy man. I got wet last night just dancing with him.”
There was a pause.
“Ouch! I guess I asked for that” Greg said. “But in a way Chels, although knowing you are attracted to Mikey is tough for me, it actually makes me feel better about the whole thing.”
“How can that be? I asked, thoroughly perplexed.
“Well, I mean, gosh, I don’t know what I mean…it’s like, it’s like I’d feel much worse if you had to hold your nose and do it or do it with some dude you found unattractive or disliked if you can understand what I mean.” I could almost see my husband’s thoughtful face in my mind as he explained himself.
“I’ll do it.”
“You will!”
“Yes.”
“I mean, I’ve decided. I still don’t know if I’ll be able to go through with it when the time comes, but I’m going to try.”
“I love you Chelsea. Thank you, thank you.” I could hear Greg sniffling and understood that he was crying on the other end of the line.
“I love you too Greg. I’m doing this for you. Please be true to your word and don’t hold this against me.” I teared up as I spoke.
“I swear I won’t Chelsea” Greg explained. “I know what I’m asking and how hard this is for you, for us both, really. But I just can’t bear the thought of Mikey heading into the unknown without having experienced something so special.”
He was sobbing.
“I’m going to do my best babe, but what if Mikey rejects me?”
I could hear Greg chuckling through his sobs.
“Babe, there isn’t a man in the world that would ever turn you down.”
“Think Greg.” I told him. “Mikey loves you. He’s not going to want to fuck your wife. I’m also worried that he’s going to think that I’m a cheating slut.”
“I’ll talk to him. Is he there? Can you put him on the phone?”
“No” I answered, “he’s in the shower. I’m going to do this tonight. Don’t tell him now, he’ll be thinking about it all day. I’ll seduce him this evening.”
“How about if I write a long text explaining that I want this and that this is my idea. I’ll ask/beg him to do it for me.” Greg responded. I could hear the wheels in his head turning. “You text me right before you make your move and I’ll text him with my request.”
“That might work” I mused. I’ll make a move and see how he reacts. I’ll have a text to you ready and will push “send” if he balks.
“Ok, good plan” he said.
“Greg you better not leave me or hate me for this” I said with a bit of menace in my voice.
“Chelsea, I love you more than anything” Greg assured me “I promise that I won’t hold anything against you. I can’t say that I won’t be jealous, and I’ll be walking on eggshells all night, but I can deal with all of that. If I find it hard to overcome, I’ll get some counselling or something. I love you honey. I’ll love you forever.”
“Two more things Greg,” I paused for a moment. If I can go through with it, I’ll tell you that the mission was accomplished, but I’m not going to share any details with you or get into comparisons between the both of you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, of course. I can’t say I won’t wonder about it, but I really don’t think I could take the details even if you wanted to share them with me” he answered. “What’s the other thing?”
“If I am going to do this for you and Mikey, you need to understand, that I’m going to do this right. I’m going to give myself to him tonight. I’m going to sleep in his bed. I’m going to be there in the morning also if he wants some more before you come home. I don’t want to do anything half assed or have inhibitions that might make this seem phony or artificial to him. I won’t hold myself back either. If he’s going to have this experience with me, it will be ‘our’ time. I’ll give myself to Michael completely until you return and when you do, I’ll be all yours again. And” I paused “I’m sure that I’ll enjoy it. Can you handle that babe?” I waited nervously for his answer.
Greg sighed. “Of course. I want Mikey to have a complete experience. I don’t want you to just lay there and pop his cherry. Go for it! Have fun! Let yourself loose. I hope that you enjoy it, that would mean it was not a chore for you.”
Where did this amazing man come from?
“Ok, that’s it then. I’m going to do it. I’m sorry it took all night for me to make up my mind baby, but this is such a big deal” I explained. “I’ll do my damnedest not to chicken out and let you down.”
“Don’t apologize sweetie” Greg said “I know what it is I’m asking you to do. I’d have been a bit taken aback if you just said ‘hell yeah I’ll fuck the little stud.'” He laughed warmly.
“One final thing babe” I interjected.
“What’s that?” He asked nervously.
“My ass is only for you.”
I blushed, told him I loved him, and signed off.
Walking into the kitchen to start breakfast, I began planning my seduction of Mikey. With any other guy, I knew that I would be successful. It’s not just that Greg constantly tells me how beautiful and hot I am, it’s that I’m an objective person and can clearly see what stares back at me in the mirror–the rich honey blonde hair, my bright green eyes, perfect 34b’s, flat tummy, my ‘spectacular ass’ as Greg always likes to say. I’m a ten ok. As that old guy in the western reruns used to say “No brag, just fact!” Before Greg, I landed any guy I wanted, and of course, I got the grand prize with Greg, the greatest man in the world. Not only that, men have hit on me all of my life. Work would probably be hell, but when I first started with the company, there was one guy that simply wouldn’t take no for an answer. When I got fed up with his advances, I told him that my husband collected guns and extremely jealous. He not only got the picture and backed off, but rumors of Greg, who in reality wouldn’t harm a fly and hates guns, flew around the office. No one has messed with me since. The fact that Greg is such a physical specimen and comes to all of my work events only adds to the legend. Men!
There’s a reason that the saying goes “the way into a man’s heart is through his stomach.” It’s true. Well partially true. It doesn’t hurt to have looks, a sense of humor, and a great personality!
But I knew Mikey would be a challenge. His love for Greg has always been so strong. And, like Greg, he has such a strong moral compass. Greg’s text would probably take care of any doubt, but I felt that I needed to go full on seductress to get the job done.
I’d already sort of started looking to attract Mike’s attention when I came down the stairs this morning. I had on a tight spaghetti strap tank top that stopped just above my cute little belly button and a pair of Daisy Dukes. My toned body and tanned legs could wake the dead. Oh yeah, I ditched the bra, so my prominent nipples could certainly get noticed.
To start the food part of my strategy, I cracked three eggs into individual ramekins and put a pot of water and another double boiler on the stove and lit the gas. I separated two more eggs and reserved the yokes and sliced a lemon in half. I lightly sauteed three pieces of Canadian bacon and set them aside as I halved three English muffins and put them in the oven to toast. I put some butter in a small sauce pan to melt. When the water began to simmer, I started the Hollandaise sauce. I added the egg yolks, a squeeze of lemon juice, and some cayenne pepper to the pan and began vigorously whisking as I drizzled the butter in slowly. Soon the delicious emulsion came together. I turned the heat down to just enough to keep it warm and whisked it occasionally as I poached the eggs. It’s a simple task, get the water to a simmer, add a little white vinegar, and swirl a slotted spoon around to make a whirlpool as you carefully drop the eggs into the poaching liquid. Mikey came down from his shower just as I plated the perfect eggs benedict–two for Mike, one for me.
“Oh man!” Mikey exclaimed as he walked over to the breakfast bar. “My favorite! Thanks Sis!”
“Let’s eat up Mikey, I have a big day planned for us!” I beamed at my unsuspecting conquest, the little brother I never had, and the one who’s uncertain future had my husband and me tied up in knots.
I was pretty hungry and I scarfed mine down quickly, but not as fast as a hungry Marine. We finished our benedicts at about the same time. Mikey, gentleman that he is, stacked the dishwasher while I washed the pots and pans.
“So what’s on the agenda Sis?”
“I’ll tell you when we head out. I need a shower first” I answered as I bounded up the stairs.
Jumping under the jets I had to admit to myself that I was excited. Mikey was such a sexy man. Few red blooded women could resist him. I had never even been tempted though over the years since I had Greg, but now, well, things were different at least for the next twenty-four hours or so. I was wet inside and out.
I slipped on my favorite white linen sleeveless dress over a skimpy white lacy bra and panties and did up my make up. I don’t like to overdo the makeup as I have a lovely peaches and cream complexion, so that didn’t take up much time. A quick blow dry and my hair was perfect. All I needed were a few accessories. I picked out a nice turquoise pendant and silver and turquoise bracelet set that Greg had given me a few years ago. A quick check in the mirror told me that my choices were perfect! Hmmmm, perfume. Today called for Chanel! I slipped on a pair of silver lame and turquoise sandals to top off the look and plopped my floppy Navy blue sun hat on. My Ray Ban aviators completed the look.
When I came down the stairs, Mikey gave me a wolf whistle. “You look amazing Sis!” Are you sure these khaki pants and polo are appropriate? Should I change into a dress shirt?”
“What and deprive the ladies of Austin the pleasure of seeing those spectacular guns, pecs, and six pack that go with it? Not a chance babe. With Greg in Phoenix, I want to make sure all those bitches see that I’m with the most handsome man in Texas today!”
Mikey blushed.
I grabbed him and gave him a quick peck on the lips and we walked hand in hand to my Malibu.
We went for a drive around the Hill Country and admired the beautiful wildflowers that graced the area thanks to an effort by First Lady Ladybird Johnson in the 1960s. Since it was the first Saturday of the month I headed to the hills for Wimberley Days. We had a great time walking around and enjoying the booths and admiring the arts and crafts. There was a little festival down in San Marcos, so we stopped for a bit and listed to a wonderful little band that was playing at a stage set up by the courthouse square.
We headed back to Austin for lunch at the Austin Club. We shared the chilled seafood appetizer. I had a lovely chopped salad and Mikey had the Green Chili cheeseburger. I nursed a nice glass of rose and Mike sipped an iced tea.
After lunch we shopped a bit, really just looking around and enjoying each other’s company. I wanted a margarita from the Chili Parlor Bar, but I new that Mikey couldn’t enjoy one without a fake id, so we passed. On the way home we stopped at Whole Foods and picked up the makings for dinner. I got six Wellfleet oysters in the shell, a duck breast, some blood oranges, and a an assortment of fresh summer veggies.
When we got home, Mikey said he wanted to go for another run, then shower again before dinner.
I changed into a pair of jeans and my favorite Stevie Ray Vaughan tank top and started to prep dinner. I completed the mise en place rather quickly–my parents were both chefs and I really know my way around the kitchen. I made a champagne mignonette for the oysters, just some chilled champagne vinegar, minced shallots, a hint of black pepper, and a few tiny shreds of Thai basil from my garden. I shucked the oysters and placed them on two small plates filled with crushed ice. I had the veggies prepped for a quick stovetop grill and prepared all the things I needed for a blood orange reduction for the duck. I trimmed the duck breast of excess fat and left it on the counter to get down to room temperature. With everything ready, I went up and took a quick shower.
What to wear?
What exactly do you wear when you set out to seduce your virgin brother-in-law? I don’t think even Cosmo has any articles about that!
I chose a sleeveless blue linen sundress that stopped about mid thigh. The center went down in a nice V and would show off my modest cleavage. I put on a lacy dark blue, see-through thong with black trim, and matching push up bra, yes the cleavage would be just right. I decided on black stockings, hold ups with a sexy harness and garters that matched my bra and thong–I hoped I wouldn’t hurt the kid! I applied light make-up again and a splash of Chanel on all my pulse points. I looked in the mirror and summoned my most alluring smile. “I can do this” I told myself and slipped on my best 4″ heels, took a deep breath, and walked back downstairs to the kitchen.
I put on my apron and set the duck in a sauce pan on low heat…you need to render the fat out of the skin carefully and get it to crisp or your duck will just be soggy.
I mixed us each a martini (I needed some serious liquid courage). We enjoyed our cocktails as we ate the oysters. Mikey was flabbergasted at their delicate flavor having only tried gulf oysters with cocktail sauce. He had no idea that they could be turned into something so refined.
When the duck was ready to be turned, I started the grill and tossed the veggies in olive oil, sea salt, and pepper.
When the duck was medium rare and the skin nice and crispy, I removed it to a cutting board and covered it with foil to rest. I poured out most of the rendered fat into a container (it’s great for fries!), then turned up the heat. After flipping the veggies, I sauteed some finely diced shallots and jalapenos in the duck pan and let them sweat in a little sea salt and pepper. After a few minutes, I added a few blood orange sections and some zest and deglazed the pan with some of the orange juice and a nice riesling I opened. I let the wine and the juice reduce, removed the pan from the heat and folded in some plugra to finish the sauce.
I served the veggies in the middle of the plate and drizzled some sauce around them. I plated duck slices over the veggies and drizzled more sauce over the top. I garnished the duck with some finely chopped parsley and a finished it with a bit more sea salt on top.
I poured us each a glass of riesling and we sat down at our dining room table. I’d asked Mikey to light the candles as I was plating the food. Dinner was spectacular.
Mikey talked a bit about his training and about the car he wanted to buy when his tour was over–a 64 Mustang. He hoped that Greg would help him restore it, and I assured him that his big bro would like nothing better.
For my part, I had a bit of trouble holding up my end of the conversation…I was a little preoccupied. My mind was racing and my heart was about to burst out of my chest. Even though I had the thermostat set at 72, I was flushed and sweating a bit. I was so friggin’ wet!
But we managed through. I made a point during dinner to look deep into Mike’s eyes and to touch him gently on the arm whenever I could. I tried to summon up a host of sexy looks, twirled my hair here and there, and playfully punched him on the arm a few times when he made a snarky remark. Oh how I hoped I wasn’t making a fool out of myself…my seduction skills were quite a bit rusty.
After we ate, we cleared the plates I tried to steady myself. ‘Chelsea, you HAVE to do this for Greg’ I told myself to firm up my courage.
I poured us each a healthy snifter of Remy Martin 1738 and turned the stereo to a romantic station.
Handing Mikey his cognac, I sat next to him, very close, on the couch and leaned over while we chatted, I knew he’d have a nice view of my cleavage and my lacey, almost transparent bra.
I caught him looking down my dress and smiled. He blushed and apologized. I told him not to worry, a girl wouldn’t show anything if she didn’t want a handsome guy to peek every now and then. He blushed even more.
Percy Sledge’s “When a Man Loves a Woman” came on the radio and I took Mikey’s hand and asked him to dance with me. It’s such a sexy song.
I pulled him in close and could feel his hardening cock against my mound. I gently ground my pussy against his erection. I let out a sigh, it really felt good and I was getting over my nerves. I caught the scent of my arousal in the room.
Mikey stepped back and apologized again. I just pulled him back against me and looked deeply into his eyes before resting my head against his chiseled chest. It was so romantic.
As the song ended, “The One that You Love” by Air Supply came on and as we continued dancing, I made up my mind to take the chance. I looked longingly into my brother-in-law’s eyes, then closed them gently as I moved in for a kiss. When our lips met, I could feel an electrical charge from my head down to my pussy which was on fire.
Mikey started to kiss back, then pulled away. “Chelsea we can’t do this!” He practically screamed.
I pulled him in to me and said “yes we can baby. I want you. I’m yours tonight and until Greg comes home tomorrow.”
“We can’t Chels” he pleaded. “I can’t do that to my brother and you can’t cheat on him.”
“It’s not cheating” I explained as I took his hand “This is Greg’s idea baby.”
Mikey was stunned. “I can’t believe that Chelsea, Greg would never…”
I cut him off and firmly replied “Greg would.” As I spoke I pressed send on my phone which I’d placed on the arm of the sofa. It was a short text to Greg that said, “tell Mikey now!”
A second later, Mike’s phone pinged.
“Answer that Mike” I ordered. “It’s your brother.”
Mikey picked up his phone and opened Greg’s text.
Greg: Hey little bro, I guess Chelsea decided to do me the huge favor I asked of her after all. I know this is strange, but I can’t let you go off to war a virgin. I thought of a million girls to hook you up with, many of Chels’ friends would have jumped at the chance, but I wanted you to have the most beautiful of experiences with a woman that I know you love and who loves you. And that’s Chelsea. I asked her the other night on the phone right after I left for the airport. I have to tell you that she was as resistant as you probably are right now to the idea, but her love for me, and for you, has allowed her to see things from my perspective. Plus, last night she told me that you were sexy. Go figure. Please accept our gift.
Mikey: Holy shit! Greg, are you sure? I don’t want to put up any walls between us.
Greg: It’s just a one time thing bro. It will give me, us both, peace to know that you had this important life experience before you head into combat. Please do this for us.
Mikey: This is a joke right?
Greg: Michael, no joke, I mean this with all of my heart. Will you do this for me Michael?
Mikey: Yes Gregory, I will.
Greg: I love you Michael.
Mikey: I love you too Gregory.
Greg: Good. I’m going to hang up so you can make love to my beautiful wife.
Mikey showed me the exchange.
“See” I said. “We both want this. But what’s with the formality? That’s the second time I heard you guys call each other Michael and Gregory.”
“It’s a signal that we used when we were young to let the other know that we were dead serious, like when we tell each other ‘I love you.'”
I nodded and pulled him in for a kiss.
He tentatively kissed back, but within moments his tongue was exploring mine with great passion.
I was so wet. I was now completely committed to giving myself to this young stud for the evening.
My hands reached down and cupped his muscular ass.
He broke the kiss and looked into my eyes.
I took his right hand and raised it to my left breast.
Mikey leaned in and kissed me as he gently squeezed it.
I melted and moaned.
I took his other hand and looked him in the eyes “Let’s go to your bedroom.”
We walked upstairs hand in hand. I led so that he could check out my butt on the way up.
When we got to his room, I took control.
I unbuttoned his shirt slowly, my hands roaming over his ripped chest and six pack abs. I kissed his neck and worked my tongue down to his nipples.
I love sucking a man’s nipples. I think I’d make a terrible lesbian because I’d probably never get around to her pussy!
His erection was clearly visible through the fabric of his jeans.
“Yum!” I thought to myself.
I slipped off his belt and unzipped his fly as I pulled his jeans down.
His cock was right in front of my face looking like it was about to burst out of his Jockeys. I kissed and licked his dick through the fabric. Then, I eased them down freeing his impressive manhood.
And it was beautiful. His cock was perfect, just about Greg’s size and thickness give or take. It was shaped much like Greg’s but the head looked a little different…hard to describe really. Clearly they swam in the same wonderful gene pool! His fair skin accentuated every vein and bulge, his tip leaked precum…ohhh it looked so tasty. I knew I was up to this task.
I knelt in front of my beautiful young brother-in-law and caressed his tight, hairy balls. Soon I was bathing them and the inside of his thighs with my tongue, paying attention to each one, just the way Greg loves. I licked and lapped at his taint every time I got close, then returned to his nuts.
Mikey was moaning and his breath was ragged and his balls were tight. I knew that he couldn’t last very long, so I quickly licked my way up his shaft and took his cock into my mouth. I wanted him to cum quickly so we could turn to some more leisurely activities in round two.
It didn’t take much. I bobbed up and down a few times and felt his shaft hardening even further in my mouth.
“Chels I’m going to” he tried to warn me, but his cock just exploded in my married mouth.
I sucked him hungrily, swallowing every drop of his precious cream down my horny throat.
As he began to slack off I jacked him and sucked the tip until I got every last drop.
Mikey then surprised me by pulling me to my feet and kissing me deeply. I knew that he could taste traces of his cum on me.
“Oh yes, Mikey, that’s it baby. Women love that, most men won’t do it.”
“Greg told me that a long time ago when we had ‘the talk'” he said. He told me that “when a woman is willing to let you cum in her mouth or her vagina, only a douchebag would refuse to kiss or lick her afterwards.”
We both chuckled. I thought ‘Thank you Gregory!’
With the preliminaries out of the way, I kissed him again and turned in his arms.
“Unzip my dress baby” I whispered.
“Ohh” he sighed as my dress fell to the floor.
Mikey moved in behind me and started planting gentle little kisses along my neck, occasionally licking and breathing into my ear.
I was sooo fucking wet! I had already made up my mind to give myself to Mike fully, but up until that moment it had only been an abstract conception. My body responded vigorously. I was all in.
He started kissing my shoulders, one of my real buttons! I felt him fumbling a bit with the clasp of my bra, but before I could reach back, he succeeded.
Mikey slipped his hands into my cups and fondled my breasts as my bra fell free.
His strong fingers kneaded my small globes and started circling the area just outside of my aureole. They puckered and my nipples extended to their full hardness.
Mikey turned me around for a kiss then lowered his mouth to my engorged boobs.
As he kissed and nibbled, I reached down to find his erection was already hard and ready…like brother, like brother. I had a wicked little thought about what their dad must have been like. I know, there’s a fucking slut buried deep inside me somewhere.
I jacked him once and said “I need you in me Mike.”
“But I want to return the oral favor first Chels.”
“Fuck me now Mike! Fuck me, we can play all night and tomorrow morning. Right now I need you to claim your pussy!”
With a force that surprised me, Mikey pushed me back onto the bed. He grabbed my panties on either side and pulled them off.
Laying back on the bed in only my garters, stockings, and heels. I felt so exposed, so wanton.
“Fuck me Mike. Fuck me baby!”
Mikey grabbed my hips and pulled me to the side of the bed.
He stood over me, his cock leaking a copious amount of precum.
He grabbed it and rubbed the tip over the outside of my oozing cooze. As if I needed any more lubrication!
I really couldn’t believe that he was still a virgin as he considerately rubbed his tip up and down my horny slit.
“Ohhhhhh!” I gasped as I felt his hard tip nudge between my labia folds.
“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GAWD!” I screamed as he slowly entered me and I came for the first of many times that night.
“mmmmmmmm” he groaned as his length fully entered my hot, married box.
As he entered me fully, he stopped and looked me in the eyes.
“I love you Chelsea.”
“I love you too Mikey.”
He began to move in and out in a slow, tentative, but steady motion.
My pussy accepted his lovely cock. The first cock to enter me since I met Greg.
I was so fucking wet.
Soon Mikey was pumping me for all he was worth.
I squeezed my kegels as I felt another explosion coming.
Mikey’s breath was ragged again, just like before, so I knew he was going to cum.
“Cum inside me baby” I whispered. “It’s safe. I want to feel your cum inside me. Love me, cum for me.”
I felt him harden and my climax started.
We came together.
As he spurted his brotherly seed inside me, we kissed.
He pulsed and pulsed.
Jeezus, I forgot what it was like to be with a young guy. So much cum, such quick recovery times!
Mikey finished in me and gave me a few extra strokes. When he pulled out, I reached for him and drew him on the bed to lay beside me.
I looked in his eyes and kissed him deeply.
“Thank you Michael. That was so beautiful. I love you.”
“I love you too Chels.”
His faced looked sad.
“What’s the matter baby?”
“I can’t believe what we did. Poor Greg.”
“No! Not poor Greg!” I answered with a scolding voice.
“Greg wanted this. We both did.”
“But I told you I loved you and you said it back” he said with a pitiful look on his face.
“I do love you baby, and I know you love me. I loved you before I even thought about making love with you. Didn’t you feel the same way?”
“Yes, of course, Chels, but we said it while we were making love.”
“Yes Michael, and it was beautiful. It doesn’t diminish our love for Greg or his love for us. Baby, this makes us even closer. And believe me, we’re not finished. We’re going to make love and fuck all night and again in the morning. And I’ll love you even more when we’re done. But it’s a one time thing Michael. When you come back, I’ll just be the sister-in-law that loves you and that you love. We’ll have these special memories, but we won’t be cuckolding Greg and sneaking around his back. Greg wanted this to be our gift to you, but it’s a gift to me as well lover.”
Mikey looked deep in thought.
He scooted closer and kissed me deeply.
“Ok, I think I get it, so…?”
“So what?” I answered with concern.
“Chels, there’s something I always wanted to do with a woman.”
“Name it baby, almost anything’s possible” I answered hoping he didn’t ask for my ass. I wanted to keep that for Greg only. He’s the only man who’s had me there and the only one I ever want. But if Mikey asked I’d maybe give it to him.
“I’ve, shit this is embarrassing.”
“What baby?” I asked, now intrigued.
“I’ve always wanted to take a bath with a woman.” He blushed!
“What a splendid idea! I said. Come to our suite and see the big tub that Greg put in last summer. Just one thing though, we just bathe in there and play around in the tub, no activity on our marital bed ok?”
“Of course,” Mikey nodded with understanding.
“Give me five minutes, then join me ok?”
Mikey nodded.
I ran the bath and poured in the bubble crystals and lit candles all around the tub as it filled.
Mike walked in just as I was turning off the faucet.
He picked me up in his powerful arms (SWOON!) and lowered me gently in the tub. Our eyes met. We didn’t break contact until Mike slipped in.
I leaned in and kissed him deeply, our hands exploring each other’s bodies in the warm soapy water.
His sudsy hands found their way to my tits and he began kneading them, driving me mad.
After a long while of kissing and fondling in the tub, the water began to cool.
We stood up and helped each other out and lovingly dried each other off.
When Mikey turned around for me to get his back I started kissing and licking every little spot as I dried it.
When I got down to his beautiful ass I let my hands explore his muscular glutes and he moaned.
I spread his crack and explored with my fingers. When I grazed his pink rosebud he let out a deep sigh.
I started planting kisses all over his manly ass as I spread his cheeks and let my tongue explore his crack. MMMM he smelled so good from the bath.
My tongue found its way to his forbidden hole. When I licked it he moaned “ohhh godddddd!” I kept licking his ass as he bucked back into me.
I drooled on my middle finger and inserted the tip.
Mikey groaned with pleasure.
I started massaging his prostate and reached around to cup his balls. Pushing my finger all the way in I began to slowly pump in and out. Greg loves ass play, and I guessed rightly that Mikey would too.
Reaching up from his balls, my fingers circled his rock hard erection.
Without stopping my fingerfucking, I moved the front and took him in my mouth.
I started blowing him in sync with my finger.
Soon he was moaning and saying that he was going to cum again.
I looked up at him with his dick in my mouth hoping he’d understand that I wanted him to finish in me.
Then he blew.
Shot after shot of warm cum filled my mouth.
I tried not to swallow, but some inevitably leaked down my throat.
When he finished, I stood up and kissed him with my mouth full of his cum.
He responded hungrily as we shared and kissed like longtime lovers.
When we’d both swallowed all of his seed, he picked me up again in those strong arms and carried me to his bed.
He broke our kiss and looked me in the eyes. “I need to taste you, but I’ve never done this before. Please tell me if I’m doing it wrong or if I need to do something else.”
“Oh baby, I moaned, just do what you want and listen to me. When I moan or sigh or say ‘yes’ you’ll know you have it right…remember those spots and return to them over and over.
The boy was a natural. I needed only to explain to him how to search for my G-spot with his fingers as he licked me. He found it!
He ate me to two cosmic eruptions. The second time, I squirted all over his face.
I pulled him up and lapped up my juices whispering over and over “that was perfect, so good, so good.”
I could feel his boner poking me, so I opened my legs. He felt it and slipped his cock in me again, going all the way in to the hilt. We kept kissing and looking into each other’s eyes and expressing our love as he slowly fucked me missionary style to another amazing orgasm. Just as I finished, he exploded in me again.
“I can’t get enough of you” he said as he kissed his way down to my dripping pussy.
His strong hands parted my legs and he began eating his cum from my used cunt.
He licked me to two more orgasms.
After I came down, he kissed me deeply. We turned on our sides facing each other and kissed and fondled until we drifted off to sleep.
In the middle of the night I woke to feel his hard tool throbbing against me. He was still sleeping. I gently rolled him over and mounted him. God I love to ride!
He slowly came around and realized what we were doing. I alternated between bouncing up and down on that awesome cock and using it as a joystick.
I lost count of the orgasms.
Finally I could feel him getting close and pleaded with him “cum for me baby. Fill me up!”
He did.
We kissed again and both dozed off.
I woke to the sound of yellow warblers outside the window. It was early.
I rolled over to wake Mikey up with a blowjob–it’s one of Greg’s favorite things–but found that he had already gotten up. Just as I realized that, I caught the scent of bacon frying in the kitchen.
I slipped on the shirt Mikey had worn the night before. It came down to my middle thighs, so I left my panties right on the floor where he had thrown them after peeling them off me last night.
“MMMMM Smells good!” I said as I entered the kitchen.
Mikey was standing shirtless as he attended to the bacon and a skillet full of scrambled eggs. He had a pair of gym shorts on and I could tell that he’d gone on a run before he started cooking.
I moved behind him and hugged him letting my hands massage his beautiful pecs.
“Good morning lover” I said as kissed and nuzzled his neck.
Showing extreme control–I love that in a man–Mike turned and gave me a peck on the forehead.
“Let’s eat first, I need some nourishment after last night” he said as I broke our embrace.
Mikey plated the food and we ate ravenously.
After demolishing the food, I cleared the table and filled the dishwasher as Mikey cleaned the pans.
We finished about the same time and I turned to kiss him. I kissed him hard and bit his lip.
I turned around and bent over the table pulling his shirt up over my hips.
“Fuck me lover! Fuck me hard! Don’t worry about me, just fuck me and use me. Make me your slut.”
I love to be taken hard and I love to feel slutty. I wanted to do that but also I wanted to show Mikey that sex can be great in more than just the loving ways. It can be dirty and slutty and fun.
Like a good Marine he followed orders without question and fucked the living shit out of me.
When he said he was about to cum, I turned and got on my knees in front of him
I undid the remaining buttons and opened the shirt.
“Cum on me Mike, I want it. Plaster my slutty face and tits.”
My jerked his cock a few times as I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out to lick his slit.
As soon as I licked he started cumming and cumming painting my face and my tits with an amazing amount of jizz considering all of the explosions he had the night before.
Even without a mirror, I knew I was a mess.
“Hand me a towel baby I have cum in my eye” I giggled.
Instead, I felt Mikey taking me again in his strong arms and pulling me up for a kiss. He used his tongue lovingly to clean my face. As he licked down my neck and started cleaning my tits I could feel my own climax rising–I rarely cum without vaginal stimulation, but the situation was just so hot. As Mikey began licking my nipples I told him to bite them and came hard, my orgasm lasting for several minutes.
When I was done my legs were so wobbly that I sunk to the floor and curled up into a trembling ball.
“Chels are you okay?” Mike asked in a panic.
I giggled and said, are you kidding? I’m not okay, I’m on cloud fucking nine. That was amazing.
He laughed and helped me up.
I kissed him again and again.
After awhile I looked at the clock. It was 11:00 Greg’s flight was due back at 12:30 and he had about a forty minute drive from the airport.
“We only have a few hours left baby. Let’s go upstairs. I want to feel you in me one more time.”
We went into his room and I drew him back down on the bed with me. We gently made love missionary style until I turned him over to ride him again. I started to turn to go reverse cowgirl when his strong hands lifted me off of him and but me on all fours.
Mikey started fucking me doggy style, slowly and lovingly, “Yess, yess” I moaned.
After awhile, he picked up the pace.
“Yess, yess, fuck me harder!” I screamed. Again the boy followed orders beautifully.
Spank me Mike. Spank your slutty sister-in-law as you fuck the shit out of her.
WHAP! His hand came down hard on me.
I could tell this really turned him on so I kept encouraging him “Spank your little whore baby! I’ve been such a dirty girl! Punish me lover!”
“Whap, whap, whap! He began really tattooing my ass.”
“Oh Chels I’m gonna cum!” Mike exclaimed.
“Unghh, unghh” he grunted as he unloaded in me.
We collapsed on the bed laughing.
I cuddled and kissed him.
“Oh Mikey, you’re a great lover!” I said looking deep into his eyes. When you meet Ms. Right or even few Ms. Wrongs don’t forget that women love to be made love to, but a lot of us also like to be fucked royally and let our inner slut out. Don’t forget that.”
Mikey just nodded.
I looked over at the nightstand clock and realized that Greg would be home in about an hour.
“Let’s go shower and clean up Mikey. Our time is about to end.”
He nodded and followed me into our the shower in the master bedroom. We had a fun time thoroughly washing each other up and had one more quick, soapy fuck.
Mike went to his room to pack and get dressed.
I threw on a sundress and went downstairs commando.
I pulled a casserole from the freezer for Greg and I to enjoy for dinner. I’d just put it in the fridge when Mikey came down.
He was holding the discarded garments that I left in his room the night before.
“I didn’t know what to do with these.” He said.
“Just give them to me and I’ll put them in the washroom.” When he handed me the pile, I reached in and grabbed the panties I had on the night before. I handed them to him and said “keep these to remember our time together.”
I leaned in and gave Mikey a deep, soulful kiss where I tried to express all the love I felt for him. He returned the effort in the same way.
Plopping the clothes in an empty laundry basket I heard the sound of the garage door open.
Greg.
My stomach started churning at warp speed.
“Oh god I thought. What if I made a huge mistake.”
Greg walked into the den from the garage. “I’m back y’all” he yelled as Mikey and I slowly walked in to greet him. I think we were both really nervous.
Greg came over and kissed me like he always does when he gets home and gave me a big smile.
He walked over and hugged Mikey.
We both breathed a huge sigh of relief.
We chatted for a few hours and had a light lunch as if nothing had happened until Greg said, “damn Mikey, it’s time. Grab your bags, we need to get you to the airport.”
Our goodbyes were brutal. Greg and I kept our fear for Mikey to ourselves, but tears flowed. It’s amazing to see a big, strong Marine in uniform cry.
Finally, Mikey had to go to get through security and Greg and I headed to the car.
“So?” Greg asked.
“Mission accomplished” was all I answered.
We drove home in a sad, but comfortable silence holding hands the whole time.
When we walked into the house I went into the kitchen to get us a couple of bottles of Topo Chico. Greg followed me in.
“So, no details?” He asked.
“No details” I said. “I will tell you this, we had an amazing night and a wonderful morning. It was loving and sexy and even naughty. Your brother is no longer a virgin. I fucked him royally and he fucked me good. We made love and we fucked ok?”
He just nodded.
“So what’s for dinner he asked?”
Well after your loving wife fucked another man all night I had bacon for breakfast, so it’s lasagna for dinner.
“Lasagna?” he asked.
“Well, I was thinking that one day I might write up an account of this weekend and publish it on the “Loving Wives” section of Literotica” I teased. So when I came last night I screamed out “Oh Gawd” instead of “Oh God.” Mikey made the bacon this morning, so I figured all we need for a good ‘Loving Wives’ story is some lasagna.” I laughed.
“Ah yes the cheating wife makes lasagna for the clueless cuck after fucking someone else in hopes of getting his forgiveness” Greg chuckled. “Makes perfect sense.”
“I didn’t cheat, and you’re no cuck. I did exactly what my husband asked of me. I’m a true ‘loving wife'” I said as I kissed him. “Of course, often when the wife is finished with her extra marital lover, her loving husband has to take her back and reclaim her with a good fucking” I replied as I gave him my best seductive look.
Greg smiled.
I bent over the table for the second time for the day and offered my pussy to a sexy man.
He knew exactly what to do!
After we finished, I popped the lasagna in the oven. It was delicious. We washed up and I told Greg he needed to take me to bed. He snuggled next to me and started to probe me with his hard cock. “I’m too sore for that baby. Why don’t you take my ass?
He did.
When we finished, he thanked me and told me he owed me a big one. I winked at him and said “Well, my little sister Michele’s coming to stay with us for a week in August before she moves in the dorm. I’d hate to send her off to college as a virgin.”
Epilogue:
This all happened in 2004. I wrote the main story back in ’04, but haven’t published it. And, no, I didn’t get hit with the Martian Slut Ray and have only had sex with my beautiful husband since. Mikey did come back after three tours in Iraq and Afghanistan and receiving a Purple Heart. He wasn’t the same man. After a few months he drifted into using drugs and alcohol to deal with his PTSD. He wandered away from us.
After a couple of years he came back and demanded that we settle with him for the house and the rent we had put in escrow. We did. Within three months he’d squandered it all. When he came looking for a handout, we showed him some tough love and the door. About a year later he returned one night, dirty and stoned out of his mind. Greg was on his way home and I was alone. I let him in. He grabbed me and told me he “wanted more of this hot pussy.” I struggled with him as he called me a slut and a whore. He grabbed my shirt and ripped it off.
Luckily Greg came home before he could force me. Thank goodness Mikey was so messed up because I doubt that Greg could have won a fight if Mikey was sober. One punch was all it took though and Mike was out like a light. He slept for a whole day. When he woke up, he remembered nothing. When we told him what he’d done he cried like a baby and begged for forgiveness. We forgave him, but Greg insisted that he get some help and check into a rehab facility.
Surprisingly Mikey readily agreed. He said “I guess this is what hitting bottom feels like.” He’s been clean and sober ever since. He’s also done so well with managing his PTSD that he now counsels other vets. About a year ago, he arrived one night with my sister Michele. They said that they’d been seeing each other for about six months.
Last night they got married. This morning Greg told me that after all of these years–Jeez it’s already 2021 and it seems like all of this happened yesterday–he felt that it would be ok if I published the story on Literotica, that he’d finally like to know what actually happened that weekend. I told him I would if he’d write up and publish what happened between him and Michele. He said he’d written a draft and would polish it and put it up if I submitted my story. I’m taking a deep breath right now and I’m about to hit “Publish.”