Brotherly Love

I debated which category to put this 4-part story in but decided on LW in the end as I think it fits in there better than any of the other categories. I know it will provoke the anonymous haters who can’t stand any story that involves consensual wife sharing. So, to them… tough, if you don’t like that sort of Loving Wife then don’t read on…..

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Abigail Greenwood sat on the large corner sofa at her in-law’s house sipping a glass of champagne with her husband Ben and the rest of his family. They were there, spending the afternoon, helping celebrate his parents 28^th wedding anniversary before Ben drove them to the airport to fly out for a short break at a five-star hotel in Italy.

While most of them were focused on the cake cutting going on in the kitchen Abigail had other interests that were currently occupying her attention,

Reclining slightly, she casually uncrossed and re-crossed her legs allowing the short denim skirt she was wearing to ease a little further up her slender, pale thighs. Noting happily that the gesture wasn’t lost on the intended beneficiary of her display, her husband’s 18-year-old younger brother Nathan. Sitting across from her he could barely tear his eyes away from her long legs as he got yet another brief glimpse of her semi-transparent white panties.

Looking up her eyes met his and she smiled, the tip of her tongue moistening her lips, letting him know that she was flashing him deliberately.

The group in the kitchen were still completely occupied with the cake so Abi repeated her actions. Coyly biting her lower lip, she lifted one leg over the other revealing the almost see-through white triangle of material that hid her pink moist slit from his gaze.

Pausing with her skirt rucked up around the top of her legs, she winked at him as she let him stare between her thighs for a moment longer, before recrossing them and smoothing down her clothing just before the rest of the family returned from the other room.

“You missed it Abigail.” her mother-in-law handed her a plate with a small piece of cake on it, “Never mind though, I cut you a piece.”

“Thank you. Sorry, I was just coming to get some.” Abigail smiled and thanked Ben’s mother, taking the plate, before turning her attention back to Nathan once she had gone.

She smiled to herself watching the young man’s embarrassment and excitement at every brief flash she allowed him. The plan was working exactly as she hoped it would.

Now it would just take a little while longer…

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However, this story really begins several weeks earlier…

Ben and Abigail were both a little bit tipsy when they returned home from their own 3-year anniversary dinner and staggered from the taxi into their house.

“I love you Mrs Greenwood.” Ben told her as he sat heavily on the sofa and pulled his wife onto his lap, kissing her passionately, his hand cupping one of her firm, modest breasts through her dress.

“Mmmmmm… I love you to Mr Greenwood.” She murmured into his mouth as she returned his kiss.

The couple had met in high school and, apart from Ben’s time away at university, had been virtually inseparable ever since eventually getting married 3 years previously as soon as Abi turned 21.

Even now, sitting on her husband’s lap, she still couldn’t quite believe how plain, skinny Abigail Edwards had managed to snag the cutest boy in school. Back then when Ben had first asked her out on a date, she had thought he was playing some sort of joke on her and had almost refused.

She still considered herself plain although she knew she had developed a figure as she got older. Her 5′ 8″ height suited her slender, athletic, 34B-23-34 shape with her long brown hair cascading over her shoulders and ending almost half-way down her back. With big brown eyes, a cute nose and generous mouth her husband always insisted that she was stunning despite her protests that she was just simply ordinary.

Making out on the sofa like teenagers Abi felt the first stirrings of desire in her as her husband’s fingers teased her nipples through the thin material of her dress.

“Mmmmm that feels nice… are you going to take me to bed?” she moaned softly into his mouth as she continued to kiss him.

“I might. When you tell me what your biggest sexual fantasy is?”

Abigail stopped and sat bolt upright staring at her husband in complete surprise, “What?”

“It’s a simple question. What’s your ultimate sex fantasy?” He grinned at her still toying with her pert breasts and making her squirm.

“Where did that come from?” she wanted to know as she grabbed his hand, stopping what he was doing.

“Just something that I read about in a magazine.”

“What magazine? What was it about then?”

Her husband shrugged “It was just an article about the ten most common sex fantasies for men and women. I wondered if yours was in the list.”

She blushed and shook her head, “I’m not saying. It’s something that’s private.”

“Uh-uh I want to know. What is it.” he persisted, “A gangbang? A big black cock? Come on tell me?”

Blushing an even deeper shade of crimson Abi shook her head again, her hair swaying sexily back and forth across her shoulders, “No, it’s none of those.”

“Well, what is it then? Tell me?” he insisted with a smile.

Biting her lower lip she studied him for a moment, “Promise you won’t laugh?”

“Cross my heart and hope to die.”

“Ok.” She took a deep breath before answering, “Well you know you’re the only man I’ve ever been with. You took my virginity although I know I wasn’t quite your first.”

“True.” He replied succinctly.

“I still don’t forgive that cow at uni for taking what should have been mine.” Abi brought up an old argument between them, “And don’t mention the other two girls you slept with either.”

When Ben had gone to off to university, he had been a virgin and Abigail had planned that they should deflower each other on her 18^th birthday. Unfortunately, while he was away, he had got drunk one night while out with friends and had slept with another girl. After that they had split up for a while and he had had a couple of girlfriends although neither had been serious.

Abi had long since forgiven him but she still harboured a secret desire that she had never told anyone about.

Her husband rolled his eyes “Are we still bringing that up?”

“Yes…. we are!” she gave him a dirty look before pausing for a moment, as if considering what else to say before continuing.

“Well, I want to be someone’s first. To be remembered as the first woman he ever slept with.”

Ben looked at her visibly surprised “Wow, that was one I didn’t expect.”

“So, come on then, tell me, does mine make it into the magazine’s top ten?” she demanded to know now he had her interest roused.

Her husband shook his head and grinned “No sorry hon, not even number ten.”

Abigail pouted “Bugger, so what’s number 1 then?”

“Being the innocent maiden who’s forcibly ravished by the evil lord. At least that’s what the article said.”

“Sounds kind of fun but I think I prefer mine.” Abigail kissed her husband again and then giggled, “So now, what’s yours?”

“I’ll be honest I think it changed after what you just told me.”

“What do you mean?” his wife gave him a slightly puzzled look.

He pinched a nipple making her yelp before answering.

“Ow!”

“It was for another man to have you and to know that you had that naughty side to you. But now the idea of you, seducing and educating a virgin in the pleasures of sex. It’s just about the most erotic thing I ever heard.”

Still giggling she shivered, her body tingling excitedly at the thought of her fantasy, and lightly punched her husband’s arm “You’re just a complete pervert.”

Putting their conversation aside for the moment, he pulled his wife against him and kissed her again as he started to ease down the zipper at the back of her dress.

Wriggling on her husband’s lap Abigail shimmied the straps off her shoulders before getting to her feet in front of him and letting the dress slide down her body to puddle around her feet. He pert breasts stood out on her chest the nipples already half swollen from the attention he had been paying them.

Wearing just her panties and stockings Abi stared into his eyes as she dropped to her knees and ran her hands up Ben’s thighs, her fingers reaching for his belt. Still gazing up at him she bit her lower lip sensuously, sliding his zip down, and freed his hard prick into her small soft hand.

“Sweet Jesus Abi.” He groaned when her fingers started to massage his throbbing pole.

Giggling, she licked around the crown of his dick, smearing it with her saliva, her brown eyes focused on his. At the same time her hand lightly pumped the bottom half of his shaft, wanking it and pressing the head against her mouth.

“Mmmmmmm… Guuuuuuuuuuuhhhhmmmmm!” Her soft red lips slipped over his cockhead and she began to suck hungrily on the first few hard inches.

“Oh fuck!” her husband gasped, his head lolling back as he enjoyed her oral attention to his hard pulsing rod.

Bobbing her head steadily Abi worked her soft pliant mouth up and down on Ben’s hard shaft, tightening and relaxing her grip to add to his gratification.

“Ummmmhhhhh… Errrrrmmmmm… Unnghhmmmm!” she slurped and sucked greedily covering her husband’s prick with her spit.

“Stop… Abi stop… you’ll make me cum.” He groaned after a few minutes, his fingers tightly gripping the arms of his chair, as he desperately tried to hold himself in check.

“We wouldn’t want that.” Abigail pouted and smiled, letting his dick slip out from between her lips, “Not yet anyway.”

Leaning forwards Ben made a grab for his wife but she dodged aside, squealing out loud, and jumping up she made a frantic dash for the stairs. Wearing high heels Abi struggled to make it up to the bedroom before her husband pulled his pants back up and caught up with her, throwing her down onto the bed, on her back.

“Please sir, please be gentle with me, I’ve never known a man.” She started to role play the innocent maiden in the fantasy he had told her about earlier.

Hooking his fingers in the waistband of her panties Ben grinned evilly and roughly hauled them down her stockinged legs, untangling them from around her shoes before throwing them aside.

“Silence girl. You’ll please me or I’ll tan your backside.”

“No. Please… sir… please… I’ve never.” Abi covered her shaven pussy with her hands and looked at her husband in mock horror.

“You will submit to me wench.”

Grabbing her wrists Ben pinned her arms above her head with one hand and started to unfasten his pants with the other.

“Oh no please… you mustn’t… I’ve never….” She made an ineffective attempt at struggling not really wanting to get away from her husband as she felt her slit moisten.

Freeing his hard dick, he pushed her legs apart with his knees and lowered his body onto hers, his hips between her stockinged thighs as he guided his cockhead against her wet entrance.

“Now I’m going to have you.” he snarled at her trying not to laugh as he, in turn, acted out the role of the evil lord.

“Please no… you mustn’t. I’ve never…” Abigail stared into her husband’s eyes desperate to have him inside her.

He smirked and thrust into her, burying 8″ of hard meat in his wife’s warm and wet pussy in one long slow stroke, until every centimetre was sheathed in her.

“Aaaahhhhh…. Yessssssssssssssssss…. BEN!” she groaned out loud, arching her body up off the bed and spreading her legs wide as she felt herself being filled with his cock.

Pulling half way back Ben thrust in again, burying his hard length deep inside his wife again, stretching her open and starting to fuck her.

“Oh yes, yes… fuck me baby…. Please…. Fuck me.” Abi gave up the role play and started to writhe under her husband as he pistoned his hard shaft into her pussy.

Her puffy labia clung to his prick, folding in around it every time he drove his engorged rod in and clinging to it, trying to draw it back, whenever he pulled out.

“Ungh… unhhh…. Unghhhh…. Uhhhhhh!” riding her he grunted with every stroke, his tight rear rising and falling steadily between his wife’s slender stockinged thighs.

Beneath the copulating couple the bed was now creaking softly as Ben hammered his manhood into Abigail’s cunt, his hips slapping against hers adding to the noise of their mating.

“Oh yes… yes Ben yes…. oh god…. Yessssssss…fuck me.” Abi squealed, bucking her body against her husband as she felt the familiar sensations of ecstasy building in her core.

Increasing the tempo Ben began vigorously pounding his wife, his rigid pole splitting her dripping slit open as he fucked her relentlessly. Her hands gripped the bedcovers, knuckles white, as she twisted her fingers in the sheet her climax growing rapidly.

“Yesssssss… yessssssssss… oh god, don’t stop…. I’m…” Abigail’s voice rose to a shrill shriek, her body convulsing as the waves of pleasure surged through her.

“Oh fuck…. fuck…. Abi… I’m gonna….!” Above her Ben cried out as he sheathed his cock in her one final time, the hard flesh pulsing as he ejaculated into her belly.

“CUUUUMMMMMMMMM!” He groaned out loud.

Almost at the same moment Abigail bucked upwards, her body writhing uncontrollably in the throes of her climax.

“Yes… oh yes… yes…. I’m… I’m!” her loud squeal of delight signalled her impending orgasm.

“CUUUMMMMMIIIINNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!”

Her pussy clenched around his prick, milking him, as the pair of them collapsed, breathless, holding onto each other as they slowly recovered their composure.

“Wow.” Ben cuddled his wife, “That was fucking amazing.”

“Mmhhmm, it was.” Abigail giggled, “I guess fantasies can be a lot of fun.”

Taking off her stilettos she peeled off her stockings and threw them onto the floor, snuggling up against her husband as the pair of them slowly drifted off to asleep.

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The next morning, the Sunday, Abigail was woken by Ben placing a mug of coffee on the bedside cabinet.

“What time is it?” she yawned and sat up, the covers slipping down to expose her small firm breasts.

“Half past nine, sleepy.” Ben got back into bed with his own coffee, eyeing his wife’s tits with interest.

“No! Go away!” she squealed as her husband put his own drink down and made a grab for her, “My coffee will get cold.”

Twenty minutes later he groaned and rolled off her, laying on his back, breathless, as Abi sat up and took a sip from her mug, wrinkling her nose in disgust.

“I told you…. it’s stone cold.” She giggled, “You rotten sod.”

“Shit!” jumping out of bed with her hand jammed between her legs she made a dash for the on-suite bathroom as Ben laid back and watched her arse disappear.

“Why do you have to cum so much?” she shouted at him from the bathroom.

He laughed and got up out of bed, “That’s because you’re so fucking sexy.”

Ten minutes later the couple were sat in the kitchen; Abigail wearing a big baggy t-shirt that just about covered her arse while Ben was in his shorts, making them a fresh coffee.

“Did you enjoy our little role play last night?” he asked his wife as he handed her a fresh, hot drink.

Abigail blushed and looked down at the worktop taking a sip from her mug before she nodded her head “Mmhhmm…. I did.”

Ben grinned at her and took a mouthful of his own coffee “Perhaps we should do a bit more role playing and act out some of the fantasies that appeal to us?”

Looking across at her husband Abi hesitated, giving his suggestion some serious consideration before answering.

“You mean just us though, don’t you?” her voice trembled slightly as she answered, an exciting scandalous tingle filling her body.

“Of course, it would simply be us.” He told her unconvincingly before heading upstairs to take his morning shower, “Who else would it be?”

Taking his time in the bathroom Ben thought about what he had said to his wife. He hadn’t been totally honest with her when he had advocated it would be only them acting out some of their fantasies and he wondered if she had guessed he had a deeper, ulterior motive.

The subject wasn’t mentioned for the rest of the day as the couple got on with their usual Sunday routine; putting the laundry on, making dinner, catching up on the housework and generally sorting out anything that needed sorting. However, it was certainly on their mind’s although Abigail and her husband had very different perceptions of how things might work out over time.

In fact, Ben deliberately avoided bringing the topic up throughout the whole of the following week, preferring to let his wife dwell on his suggestion. He hoped that as she contemplated their respective fantasies she would come to her own conclusions and maybe, just maybe, she might more easily agree to his proposals.

All he had to do was wait, then if she didn’t mention it, he had decided he would raise the idea with her again at the end of the week, over a nice romantic dinner.

“Ben?” Abi looked at him questioningly as she laid the table for their meal on the Friday night, “I think we should talk about that fantasy idea of yours.”

“Err…. ok, what did you want to talk about?” he asked, as he thought to himself that his strategy seemed to be working.

“Well, I was thinking how would it work? My fantasy is to be someone’s first and yours is for me to be with another man.”

“True, so what’s the problem? We pretend and role play it with just ourselves.” he suggested openly.

Abigail giggled innocently “Wouldn’t that feel really silly. After all you’re not a virgin nor are you another man.”

“I’ll just pretend to be. As long as we both play our roles it could work. Don’t you think?” he told her frankly as he opened a bottle of wine to go with dinner and poured each of them a glass.

Frowning she went back to setting the table as she considered his idea of them play-acting for a couple of minutes. Watching his wife Ben could see her pondering and, again, left her to reconcile things in her own mind hoping she would be more agreeable to his ultimate plan.

“I don’t see how that would work.” Abi finally started to talk again, “I mean it just wouldn’t feel right.”

“The only other way would be to do it for real.”

She looked at him wide-eyed with shock “I… I couldn’t…. not… not with someone else.”

He shrugged, smiling to himself “Then all we can do is just forget about it. Unless you have another idea.”

Abigail didn’t respond and just carried on getting dinner ready as she considered his answer.

A little later they sat down to eat with Abi changing the subject to their neighbour’s party the following evening and what she was going to wear.

As they chatted Ben knew that his wife was still deliberating on their earlier conversation although he had no idea what her final thoughts would be. He was tempted to start the discussion all over again but resisted, he wanted her to form her own conclusions.

Finishing dinner Abi cleared the table and washed up the dishes as Ben settled down in front of the television, waiting for his wife to join him. When she did, she just snuggled in against him, staring at the screen without actually taking in what she was seeing, and once again made no mention of the subject that was occupying her thoughts.

The rest of the evening passed without any more being said about it and Ben had almost given up on getting any further, at least for the night, when they went to bed.

“Do you want to have sex with another woman?” Abigail challenged her husband almost as soon as they had got under the covers.

“What?”

She turned to face him, and stared searchingly into his eyes, “Is this fantasy business just a way for you have sex with another woman?”

“I’m not interested in anyone else. You’re more than enough for me.” He informed her honestly.

“Oh! I just thought….”

Ben shook his head “This is about you more than me Abi.”

“How?” she looked at him with a puzzled expression.

He smiled, his stomach tensing, knowing how close he was to achieving his objective.

“It’s about your fantasy and about you experiencing some of the things you missed out on by just being with me.”

Abigail took a moment digesting this piece of information.

“You mean it. You really wouldn’t mind me having sex with another man?”

Grinning he shook his head “Nope, especially if he was a virgin and you were educating him.”

“You’re sure? You really wouldn’t mind me…… you know, doing that?”

“No, I wouldn’t mind at all.” Pulling her into his arms Ben gently kissed his wife.

Staring at him open-mouthed Abi shook her head, her dark hair swaying around her shoulders “I don’t think I could though… cheat on you I mean.”

“You wouldn’t be cheating if I agreed to it. Would you?”

She thought about his statement for a moment as she turned over to go to sleep “No, I guess not.”

“Exactly.” He grinned at her, leaving her to think it over.

“But….” She started to respond.

“Enough, now go to sleep.” Ben turned off the light and smiled to himself as he pulled the covers up around him.

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Saturday was spent doing a variety of household tasks. For Abigail it meant going shopping at the supermarket and cleaning the house while Ben cut the lawn and cleaned the car. Because of their chores the couple didn’t really get to talk properly until late in the afternoon,

“Do we really have to go the party?” Abi asked her husband as they sat down with a cup of tea.

“They’re our neighbours, of course we have to go. They invited us.”

She sighed. Abigail was good friends with her older neighbour Margaret Wells but she found her husband, Frank, a lecher of the first degree. In his mid-fifties the pot-bellied, balding pervert was constantly making improper suggestions to her and calling it harmless banter. He had even, on a couple of occasions, groped her backside when he thought no one could see.

Her next problem, as her husband was insisting that they had to go, was what to wear. Left to her own choice Abi would have worn something fairly conservative but she knew that he would want her to dress up sexily.

“What shall I wear tonight darling?” she asked him diffidently, hoping he wouldn’t suggest something that would invite their neighbour’s unwanted attentions.

“How about that red dress? You haven’t worn it yet.”

Abigail groaned inwardly. She had bought the dress under protest and only intended to wear it in the bedroom, it was that outrageous. Skin tight and strapless it barely reached down to more than a couple of inches below her bottom and she knew, if she wore it, she would struggle to keep her panties out of sight. What made it even worse were the three diamond shaped cut-outs down each side that revealed even more of her pale flesh.

“I’ll look like a complete slut.” She complained.

“No, you won’t. You’ll look absolutely stunning and I’ll be the envy of every bloke there.”

She knew there was no point in arguing. If she wore something else her husband would be miserable and sulk all evening.

Finishing off all the things they had to do the pair ate a light meal before heading upstairs to prepare for the evening ahead.

Taking her time showering she made sure to shave her armpits, legs and pussy before stepping into her bedroom to put on her make-up. As always when she was going out Abi took great care to look her best and the party would be no exception, despite Frank Wells and his wandering hands.

Gluing on her false eyelashes she used her mascara brush to thicken and lengthen them even more, before applying her eye-liner and a deep grey eyeshadow. Satisfied her eyes were perfect Abi put on a red lip gloss to finish.

Dressing was simple. Sliding a little black thong up her legs she slipped into her dress, smoothing it down and frowning at the lack of cover it provided. Her red 4″ heels completed the outfit, leaving her to just brush out her long hair before she was ready to go.

The short walk to next door took all of thirty seconds and Abigail was already nervously tugging down the hem of her dress when Frank and Margaret opened the door to them.

“Abigail, you came. Oh my god, I absolutely love your dress.” Her neighbour enthused as her pervert husband just stared lasciviously at Abi, almost drooling.

“Come in and get yourselves a drink. I’ll introduce you around in a minute.” Margaret ushered them through the door before turning to greet another couple who had arrived just behind them.

“You look really fuckable tonight.” Frank whispered, slipping an arm around her waist as he leant to kiss her cheek, making her shiver with revulsion.

Squirming away from him Abigail thanked her hostess and followed her husband through to the kitchen to get a much-needed glass of white wine.

“Did you see him eyeing me up.” Holding tightly on to Ben’s arm she whined about Frank.

Her husband just laughed “I can’t say I blame him. You look gorgeous and I think every guy here has got his eye on you.”

She sighed resignedly he obviously wasn’t going to listen to any of her complaints.

For the next couple of hours Abi spent her time trying to elude Frank and his groping hands while consuming a few more glasses of wine than she had intended to. Slightly tipsy she forgot about her dress and, much to the delight of the men at the party, allowed it to ride up far more than was really decent.

It was getting late and the lights had been dimmed, either by accident or design, when Abigail found herself standing alone in a corner sipping her drink.

“You’ve been avoiding me. Haven’t you?” Their host slid up next to her, his arm wrapping around her and his hand going straight onto her bottom.

“Oh… I… err… no… no I wasn’t…” she stammered taken unawares as he caressed her rear, his fingers edging down to the bottom of her dress to touch her bare leg.

Pulling her tight against him he squeezed her arse “You look really hot tonight. Your husband’s a lucky man.”

At the mention of Ben, she looked around and eventually noticed him across the dimly lit room watching them with interest. She was just about to remove Frank’s hand and tell him where to go when she suddenly thought of their recent discussion and his fantasy.

Maybe he might have a different opinion if he were actually confronted with the situation he fantasised about, she thought to herself.

“I guess he is.” She giggled, keeping her eyes on her husband, as she let the older man continue to fondle her backside.

Encouraged by Abi’s apparent consent to his groping Frank slid his hand further downwards and between her thighs making her jerk as his thick fingers touched her slit through her panties.

“Someone’s wet.” He smirked at her, gently tracing along the length of her pussy.

Abigail squirmed but didn’t answer as she continued to let him touch her, her brown eyes still focused on Ben who she assumed knew exactly what was happening to her. When would he recognise that he was jealous and intervene, she wondered?

“Let’s get some fresh air.” Frank removed his hand from under her dress and, placing it in the small of her back, started to guide Abi towards the door and out into the garden.

For a moment she felt herself start to panic and almost jerked away from her older lecherous neighbour but then she glanced back at her husband. He stood across the room smiling at her and when he winked, she knew that he wanted her to go with Frank.

‘Very well’ she thought to herself, ‘let’s see how far he will really let this go.’

“Umm… yeah…. some air… err… that… that sounds good.” Her mumbled response did nothing to discourage him.

Leading her into the dark garden Frank steered her away from the main house and the light towards the large brick garage around the side of the property.

“Where are we going?” Abi asked as she allowed herself to be led into the shadows.

“Just out here where it’s quieter.” He replied as he pressed her against the rough brickwork and kissed her forcefully.

Biting back her initial reaction to push him away, knowing this was what her husband wanted, Abigail slipped her arms about his neck allowing his hands to wander freely.

“Oh!” she gasped as almost immediately he started to grope her tits, yanking the top of her dress down to expose her chest to the cool evening air.

Without realising what was happening to her she found herself responding to him, despite her revulsion. Her nipples quickly hardening into points while her dark areola puckered around them, his fingers teasing her breasts and sending unwanted jolts of pleasure through her.

Was Ben going to stop what was happening she wondered as Franks hands roughly pawed her tits. Perhaps he might not she thought as she began to enjoy his sordid molestation of her modest breasts.

“Oh fuck…. fuck… ohhhhhhh!” she whimpered into the old lecher’s mouth, returning his kisses and forgetting about her husband interrupting them.

Mauling her tits unmercifully Frank pinched and rolled her swollen teats making Abi tremble with unexpected excitement so that when he eventually shoved one of his hands up under her dress, she simply parted her thighs compliantly.

“That’s a good girl. Spread those legs a little for me.” His voice was hoarse with lust as he spoke softly in her ear.

“Uhhh… ahhhhh…. Oh shit… oh god.” Abigail hung on to his shoulders as he hooked her thong aside and unceremoniously pushed his finger into her moist cunt.

As he finger-fucked her she clung to him, her body shuddering against his, looking over his shoulder to where she could see Ben standing in the shadows watching them.

“Go on cum for me you little slut.” Frank added a second digit into her dripping slit and forcing them knuckle deep.

Oh fuck, fuck, oh fuck…. Ahhhhhhhhh…. Yes, it’s…!” she moaned softly, the waves of pleasure growing stronger inside her as she stared at her husband.

Flicking her clit as he fingered her Abigail knew he was going to make her cum very soon and she desperately hoped that Ben wouldn’t stop him now. She was so close.

“You fucking stuck-up little tart, you thought you were too good for me, didn’t you?” His derogatory comments only served to inflame the unwanted ecstasy she was feeling, “Now who’s the boss?”

“Y… y… you are…. Oh fuck I’m….” Abigail groaned as she went over the edge.

Ramming his fingers in hard Frank held her to him as she came on his hand, her pussy cream gushing over his fingers

“Cuuuuuuuummmmmmiiinngggggggggggg!” with a muffled wail she bucked violently, losing control for several seconds as her orgasm broke over her.

Trembling through the last remnants of her climax Abi clung on to her neighbour for support until he pulled his sticky digits out of her slit and brusquely pushed her onto her knees as he unzipped his pants.

“Your turn slut, Now finish me off.” He instructed pushing the head of his dick against her lips.

Pausing for a moment as she found herself face-to-face with the first cock, other than her husband’s, that she had seen up close. Hesitantly, she wrapped her hand around it, stroking it, as she thought about what she was about to do and reflected on the fact it was what her husband, watching from the shadows, wanted.

What really concerned her though, was that she wanted it to happen as well now. Regardless of the fact she found Frank completely obnoxious, surrendering to him for her own pleasure as well as her husband’s, was arousing her more than she could have ever imagined.

Opening her mouth wide, she took his hardness as far down her throat as she could.

“Gukkkk… urrkkkk…. Errggggg!” sealing her soft red lips around his prick she started to suck on it greedily as she looked submissively up at him.

She could hardly believe what she was doing. Kneeling in the darkness she was sucking on the cock of her perverted neighbour, a man old enough to be her father, and despite her feelings about him she was enjoying it.

“Oh yes… I knew you would be a great little cock sucker.” Frank gasped wrapping her long brown hair in his hand and starting to fuck his cock into her mouth.

“Urrkkkkk…. Gluckkkkk…. Yuuurrrrkkkkkk!” retching and spluttering Abi tried to take his large shaft deeper but ended up gagging on it as it violated her throat.

Letting him use her mouth as he wanted, she gazed up at him, drool on her chin as her jaws stretched wider to accommodate his thick cock while he continued to force his length between her lips.

“Fuck… fuck, fuck… oh fuck I’m…!” with a final thrust he buried his dick in her mouth, dragging her forcefully towards him by her hair, as he ejaculated.

Abigail’s eyes went wide and her nostrils flared when the first copious spurts of semen flooded her gullet, choking her and forcing her to take it down into her belly.

“Glurrrrrrrggggggggggggggg!” held in place all she could do was slap futilely at his thighs and swallow repeatedly as he pumped spurt after spurt of his man cream across her tongue.

“Urrrrrrrgggggggggggggggggg!” again and again she let his sperm slither down her neck as she savoured every last drop.

Then it was suddenly over and Frank pulled his cock from between her lips and zipped it away as he leered down at her, still kneeling and looking up as she wiped the back of her hand across her cum stained mouth.

“Next time I’m gonna fuck you, you little scrubber.” He smirked and turned to walk away leaving Abi to get to her feet and tidy herself up.

Tucking her breasts back into her dress she adjusted her thong and then made an effort to smooth out her ruffled hair before following Frank back inside. She felt that everyone must know what she had been doing and was staring at her as got herself a drink and made her way over to her husband.

“Was that what you wanted?” she whispered taking his arm.

“That was fucking incredible.” He replied quietly, “Probably the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Now I need you to take me home and fuck me. Please.” She gazed up into his eyes.

Ben just grinned at her before taking her arm “Let’s go then.”

Laying together in bed, after having two momentous orgasms, a naked Abi snuggled up against her husband, “You do still love me, don’t you?”

“Of course I love you. Why would you think I didn’t?”

“How about because an hour ago you stood and watched me suck off our neighbour in his back garden.” She looked up Ben nervously, biting her lower lip as she waited for his answer.

“Well, just for the record I do love you. Probably more than ever now.” He informed her honestly

“You do know he wants to fuck me? After tonight.”

Her husband shrugged “Totally understandable. You were pretty incredible.”

“And?” she questioned his intentions for her.

“And I won’t ask you to do anything you don’t want to.” he smiled and kissed the top of her head.

“But you do want him to have me. Don’t you?” she gazed at him questioningly.

“Yes.” Ben paused for a moment before answering “Yes, I want him to fuck you.”

“OK.” Abi agreed and kissed him before closing her eyes to go to sleep.

* * * * *

Abigail was sitting at the kitchen counter, drinking coffee, when Ben finally appeared just after ten the following day.

“Morning sleepy.” She smiled at him handing across a steaming mug.

Her husband grinned back her “Thanks, just what I need.”

For a while they sat in silence sipping their drinks and contemplating the events of the previous evening.

“How are you feeling this morning?” he finally said breaking the slightly uncomfortable silence.

“You mean apart from a bit of a hangover?” she giggled knowing exactly what he was referring to.

“Yeah, apart from that.” he laughed.

“Embarrassed, scared, humiliated, aroused. A whole raft of emotions really.” Abi told him, blushing.

“So….” Ben started then paused, considering what to say before continuing, “Are you going to fuck him?”

“Do you want me to? Now you’ve slept on it.”

He nodded “Yeah, I do but what do you want? You were completely against having sex with another man or fulfilling your fantasy the other day.”

Abigail looked at him pensively “I know but….”

“You’ve changed your mind about it?”

“Ummm…. Maybe… I don’t know. I’m scared.” She confessed, “A first I wanted to shock you, to make you have second thoughts but then something happened in me and then… then I wanted to do it.”

“You were scared?” Ben looked puzzled.

She nodded and bit her lower lip “Mmhhmm… about last night and the fact that it excited me and I… I wanted Frank Wells, the creepy pervert from next door, to touch me… to do things to me.”

“And now?”

“Now I’m terrified of going too far and breaking up our marriage.” Abi admitted nervously.

“I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to but I will assure you that fucking Frank Wells or fulfilling your fantasy will not break us up.”

Taking in what her husband said Abigail finished her coffee in silence and then stood up “I’m gonna go take a shower.”

Nothing more was mentioned about the subject for the rest of the day, not until they both sat down to watch the television that evening.

“Ben?”

He turned to his wife “Yes hon.”

“How would I… you know… find a virgin?” She looked at him pensively, “If I wanted to fulfil my fantasy.”

“Good question. You can hardly go up to someone and ask them.” He chuckled at the thought.

Abi grinned “Exactly.”

Giving the question a minute or two’s consideration, Ben eventually replied.

“I suppose we could advertise on the internet somehow but that doesn’t guarantee anything as they might well be lying. There’d no way of really knowing if they were telling the truth.”

“So, it’s never going to happen then, is it? Abigail concluded, “If we can’t find a virgin.”

“Maybe we can.” Her husband said thoughtfully.

Puzzled she stared at him “How?”

He took a deep breath “It’s just a thought, so don’t just reject it out of hand.”

“Go on.” She said cautiously.

Taking another breath Ben paused before he spoke again “Nathan.”

Abigail opened her eyes wide in amazement as she spluttered “Your brother Nathan?”

Ben nodded “Yeah. He’s definitely a virgin and he’s off to uni in a few weeks.”

“You are joking, aren’t you?” her voice sounded incredulous as she continued to stare at him in disbelief.

“Why? Don’t you fancy him?”

“It isn’t about fancying him. He’s your brother. Are you seriously suggesting I fuck your younger brother?”

“Why not? He’s got more to lose than a stranger by revealing what happens.” Ben stated matter-of-factly, “And he’ll be away for most of the next three years at university.”

“But…. What about… I… How would…” Abigail stammered as she mulled over what her husband had suggested, starting to ask questions and rejecting them almost as quickly as she thought of them.

“Just think about it and you’ll agree he’s about as perfect as we’ll get.”

“You… you wouldn’t mind me fucking him?” she whispered nervously.

He grinned and shook his head “Nope. I think it would work really well.”

At this point Abigail went quiet and cuddled in against her husband, his arm around her, as she contemplated his proposal to involve his brother in her fantasy. Trying to think of an indisputable reason to reject it she pictured the potential scenario in her mind.

“How… how would we… set it up?” she asked hesitantly after a few minutes thought.

Ben frowned “Maybe you drop a few hints to him that you’re available and then we arrange for you to be alone with him once he’s got the message.”