Leanne Outgrows the Brothers

BROTHERLY LOVE

Leanne hadn’t had sex with a Non-Blomberg, until…

Melvin Blomberg and wife Leanne are in their mid-30s. They enjoy a largely very happy and lusty marriage as they near their 10th anniversary, but no children had arrived. They had both been virgins when they first had sex.

He is in auto sales; one of the most consistent producers at Ben Donaldson’s Chevrolet so they do alright financially. Their modest two bedroom house, in a decent neighborhood, was nearly half paid for on their 15 year mortgage. It could use a new paint job and a good bit of prettying up.

Two bedrooms was enough for them as neither had the slightest urge to contribute to the world population explosion. Mel had never been exactly enamored of having unruly little ones running about but had assumed it was his duty to carry on the family line. He thought that Leanne was apparently unable to conceive, since they had saved a ton of money by never using condoms or pills.

Leanne just assumed her husband was shooting blanks and didn’t much care either. She accepted the fact that she was a disgrace to womanhood and relished the fact that nothing was going to mess up her lithesome figure.

Leanne worked sometimes, sometimes not, largely depending on her mood. As a good saleswoman, with exuberant personality and exceptionally good looks, she could get hired at most any retail store. Since she really worked mostly in order to keep away boredom, she could work for the cheapskate starting pay that retail stores offered and, hence, had no trouble finding a job when the notion took her.

For the last 7 months or so she had been working at a women’s apparel shop down on Lake Front Drive. She was only paid $9.25 an hour but she got to buy merchandise for 50% off and majorly upgraded her wardrobe while working there. Now she is enjoying a leave of absence, not for any important reason, but just because she can.

xxxxx A LITTLE BIT TOO MUCH TO DRINK xxxxx

One night Mel and Leanne go out dancing and partying with his 2 year younger brother Cleveland, ‘Cleve’ and they all manage to get pretty drunk, Leanne somewhat less so as she was the designated driver.

Cleve had parked his car at their house, but they wouldn’t let him get in to try and drive himself 10 miles to his home. Mel and Leanne arrange for him to sleep in their guest bedroom but settled down first in the family room for some coffee and snacks.

Mel turns out to be so drunk that he dozes off on the couch even before his wife finishes making the coffee. He is sprawled over half the couch asleep so, when Leanne returns, she lifts his feet up on the sofa, throws a crocheted throw over him, and lets him sleep. Then she just goes over to the overstuffed loveseat and plops in Cleve’s lap with a girly giggle. The two have always gotten along very well for in-laws, with lots of friendly conversations, sometimes even flirty. They felt like close friends.

Leanne passes Cleve his cuppa and they treat it carefully, not wanting to spill the hot liquid. They sip dainty, small sips, and blow on it to cool it down. Leanne makes fun of him by mocking his purse-lipped blowing as she giggles. He reciprocated by pursing his lips and pecking at her mouth.

They both thought that was just hilarious, so she started pecking back at his ‘kisses’ and blowing her breath on him. It took about one minute of this childishness for them to both decide it was not funny hah-hah. Nevertheless, it was too fun to stop.

xxxxx BROTHER IS FUCKING YOUR WIFE NOW xxxxx

They put their hot cups down on the table and linked back up for some softer, wetter, lip-to-lip contact. Neither one could later remember being the one who made the first peck into a real kiss. At the two minute mark, anyone with the slightest experience in human relationships could see that they were ‘making out’ as the old saying goes. Then their lips opened wider, tongues got exchanged and the kissing became intense, and moving towards passionate.

Cleve pulls them both forward off the love seat and onto the carpet, without losing their mouth contact which got hotter as her hands went to his sides and pulled him into her him tightly. Cleve’s hands went up to Leanne’s shirt and firmly squeezed her breasts. She yelped, more in surprise than in pain, and they kissed with deeper tongue. She was surprised that he had grabbed her breasts, but not at all angry about it.

They looked up in tandem to look at Mel on the couch, he had not wakened. The two sunk into each other in relief that they had not aroused the sleeping lion with their antics. At the same moment it seemed that they came to the full realization of what they had been doing in their alcohol infused exercise.

Deep throat kissing, breast squeezing, a hand on his bulge. Quite a bit beyond the normal range of intimacy one share’s with one’s brother’s wife. The looks on their respective faces made it clear that they knew they had transgressed, but their actions made it clear that neither saw a compelling need to discontinue. Their mutual reasoning seemed to be ‘that was very naughty, but fun, and we didn’t get scolded out for it, so why not continue?’.

Cleve made the first move to go beyond playfulness when he, very tentatively, started unbuttoning Leanne’s blouse. When he sees she is not resisting in any way, he promptly finishes the job he had started. She helps him shrug her sleaves off her arms. Her bra came off in more or less the same motion as his hands squeezed her breasts and fingers massaged her nipples. “Ohh YES Cleve!” she whispers. “Those are yours tonight!”

Little by little they helped each other get the rest of their clothes off and began the process of getting to know each other better than they ever had before. There was no conversation, just the drunken understanding that clothes needed to be off for what seemed to be about to happen. Neither of them had a conscious plan or thought about exactly where this was heading. Their hands just seemed to know what should be done.

They were completely naked now and he helped lay her on her back on the rug. Without discussion, they knew what needed to happen next. Their instincts seemed to reason that their first time should just be good old missionary and she spread her thighs apart as he shoved his cock right between her labia. No finesse, just do what comes naturally. They needed to have intercourse and they had enough experience to know how to make that happen. No instructions needed.

Just as he reached his orgasm and spurted jism into her, they both realized that Melvin was sitting up on the edge of the couch and rubbing his eyes to regain vision. They froze, what in hell had they been thinking? No…there had been no thinking involved, just instinctive lust.

Mel looked right at them as they were coupled, then he got up and stumbled over to the bathroom where he took a whiz without even shutting the door. He then waddled back to the couch/bed and rolled over, back to sleep. They couldn’t tell if he had even looked at them again when he returned, but they had still been in full coital union.

He was snoring again in seconds, so they unhesitatingly re-commenced their intercourse. Except that the pace was not as robust as it had been. It was more deliberate and felt more like making love than just fucking.

She made sure to clean up the scene before dawn, tidying up any signs of having slept with Cleve. There weren’t many such signs, they really had not slept much. After a quick shower, carefully cleaning her pussy, Leanne climbed gently in beside her husband on the couch.

xxxxx ADDICTED TO CARNAL RELATIONS xxxxx

The next morning, Mel went through his ablutions while his wife and brother continued to sleep in their respective places in the living room. As he headed out to work, he looked back at the two people he loved most in the word and smiled remembering the drunken condition of all three the night before. That was all he recalled at that time.

As soon as he drove away his beloved family were talking with each other. Serious stuff like, Cleve said he had to tell his brother everything today and beg his forgiveness. She explained that she didn’t want to give Cleve up, but if her husband caught them the next time, he would probably divorce her. He asked, “Next time?” with a big smile on his face.

“Yes, the next time we fuck, Cleveland Blomberg. We both knew exactly what was transpiring last night and neither of us made any attempt to stop. Do you remember it differently Cleve? Do you think for one minute we are going to put that Genie back in the bottle and play like normal brother and sister-in-law from now on?”

He smiled and admitted, “Not even for half a minute. I am addicted to fucking you, sister.”

“That’s a good description of how I feel about you Cleve. ‘Addicted to fucking you’. But I am not going to give up my wonderful husband. Just call me selfish but I think I have become a two Blomberg woman. Promise me one thing, brother-in-law, that you will never get jealous or angry about me having occasional sex with the Blomberg guy I happen to be married to.”

He ignored that, except for a smirk. “So, let me see if I’ve got you right? You are saying to me that this was not a one night stand that we will sweep under the table and try to forget? That we are going to be lovers in the future?”

She looked sternly at him in mock impatience. “Cleve, you have a horny sister in law on your hands now, and maybe forever. I was blown away by last night and I do not plan to ‘sweep that under any table’ if I can prevent it.”

“Leanne, dearest. I have to agree with the sentiment. I loved every second of our blow out fuck-a-thon. And I hope we will be able to do that a couple times a day until I die of a heart attack. But that is impossible. My brother loves you and he is not going to allow any such thing. And we can’t continue keeping it a secret. I am pretty sure he saw us last night, in fact.”

“Oh, I know it honey. But where there’s a will there’s a way. Firstly, we DO have to fess up with my husband and without much delay. I’m not going to maintain a cheating relationship with the man I love and that’s a One Dollar fact. So, let’s think this through and not just assume we know how it works out.”

“So, I’m getting it. We just calmly tell brother that the two of us had sex together for the first time last night and, after the first 6 or 8 fucks, we fell in love. Then we ask his understanding and his consent for us to keep on with that every time I come over. Is that close?”

“Actually, it is closer than you think fuck head.” Leanne said, smiling broadly. “Sorry for the new nickname. Nothing disrespectful. I just love using the fuck word out loud when talking to you, my best and only fuck buddy.

“Let’s talk it through” she continues. I am thinking we both have the same objective in mind. We want to make a clean breast of it, it was an accident. I don’t think we want or need to point out the half a dozen repeats of the accident. That might hurt his feelings just a little since I think you came in me more times last night than my husband does in a typical month. We aren’t likely to win acceptance that way.”

Cleve responds, “O.K. so a ‘clean breast’ of it does not exactly mean a full disclosure, sis? We don’t expose both bare breasts in a manner of speaking. We will be out of the closet, but we won’t rub his nose in our carnal relations. Oh My God, Leanne, I love saying ‘our carnal relations’.”

Leanne smiles widely. “I get yah. Does have a wonderful ring to it. I love the notion of having carnal relations with my brother-in-law.” She kisses him full on the lips for a long minute while he reconfirms his right to play with her breasts.

xxxxx CHEVROLET SALES FALL OFF xxxxx

Fortunately for Mel there was not much walk-in traffic at the dealership on this rainy day, so he was pretty much uninterrupted in his big office. He pretended to be on the phone, canvassing prospects, but he mostly listened to the dial tone as he tried to salve his hangover with the awful office coffee.

Thinking about last night had him deep in the doldrums. My God, the memories kept coming back clearer and nastier. His only brother was banging the hell out of his darlin’ wife! He saw it clearly when he got up to piss, but he just could not react. He kept his head down and was in too much of a daze to interpret what his eyes were registering.

Things had changed noticeably when he walked back to his pillow. Wife and brother were in the same place on the floor and were still naked, but now she was banging the hell out of him. It’s a much different dynamic. And, as he kept thinking about that, it spelled more trouble. She could not get away with saying that she was out of it drunk and Cleve had just wailed into her while she was helpless. She was on top and clearly in charge of the pace. God-Damn.

He knew they had seen him, and they knew he had seen them fucking, yet they didn’t openly appear to give a shit. How long had this stuff been going on?

He knew he could always blame them. If they break-up it was all their fault of course and everyone would understand that. In his ego it would mean he had taken the high road and fought back with divorce. He didn’t even know if his drunken eyewitness account for it would prove infidelity, but that didn’t legally matter anyway. As long as she didn’t go for blood, and he was sure his sweet Leanne wouldn’t do that. Her knowing full well that she was guilty would, he thought, make her inclined to voluntarily take the lessor of their community property split.

But in his head, he understood that there was no fucking way he wanted to lose the best thing that had ever happened to him over some drunken sex. For him to overreact would mean the break-up was really his own fault for not having enough love in his heart to forgive and forget, and enough brains in his head to keep his wonderful marriage together.

Ben, the owner came by his office about 4:00 and told him “The weather channel says this is going to continue more or less non-stop until mid tomorrow morning. Nobody shops for cars in a rainstorm, so you guys might as well head on home if you want. I’m stuck here on book-work so I can keep the lights on.”

Mel didn’t much feel like being at home, but he thought he would look weird if he hung around after everyone had been given a free evening off. He headed home from the dealership, and he would bet dollars to donuts that she was going to confess right away. He knew her very well.

xxxxx HONEY, WE NEED TO TALK xxxxx

When he arrived at the house, he saw that his brother’s car was in the drive. Wasn’t that the same spot it was in this morning? Shit, did they fuck all day? Marvin went in, not in a tolerant mood, but not wanting to start firing away either. He saw Leanne in the kitchen, hair up, apron on, and looking a bit frazzled as she rotated a steaming beef roast she had in the oven. His brother was nowhere around but he soon walked in from the living room with the evening paper in his hand. He was still wearing the outfit he wore last night.

“Didn’t you ever go home, bro?” Mel asked, a tad accusingly.

“Nope, just couldn’t resist your lovely wife’s company Mel.” with what Cleve gambled would be taken in humor.

Leanne stepped in, “Such a bullshitter, Cleve. The main reason was that it was nearly noon when he finally woke up and I got some hangover nourishment into him. Then he said his day was shot anyway so maybe this would be a good time for him to work on that lawn mower he had promised you he could fix.”

“And Viola!” Cleve pointing out the kitchen window.” It is purring like a pussycat.”

“All right, Cleve, about time. You know I have no patience with gas powered motors, so you are a lifesaver.”

“Took me the best part of four hours, Bro. Your wife must have run 3 or 4 beers out to me to keep we sweatin it out.” said Cleve. “Just what I needed after last night.”

“Oh, my Leanne knows how to keep a guy sweating for four hours alright.” He tried for a pleasant smile but wondered if they had sensed a double entendre there. He certainly intended one.

After the excellent roast beef dinner, Leanne said to leave the dishes in the sink and come out to the living room. “Honey, we need to talk’, she said, and Mel felt vindicated in his judgement about how his wife would behave.

“Mel, honey, I think you may have seen some misbehaviors last night. I don’t even know if you remember it, but we want to clear the air between us.

She started, “As you will remember, we all had way too fucking much alcohol last night. You were on the couch and Cleve was on the love seat. When I came back with the fresh coffee you were sound asleep, so I just put your feet up and went over and sat with him.

“Well, we started playing some silly kid’s game and that ended up in some kissing. I have trouble remembering all the details, I was SO out of it, Mel. Anyway, to keep a long story short, we got into a few things that in-laws should not do with each other. I am pretty sure you actually saw us, whether you remembered it or not in the morning.” She paused to gauge his reaction.

Unsure how to handle this but feeling relieved that she was open about the transgression, he said, “Yes I did” looking sternly at both of their sets of eyes. “I guess I was just trying to blot that out.”

Cleve butted in, “We will tell you all the details, at least what we can remember, any time you want, brother.”

“No, I don’t want to hear one word more I don’t think. If you give me any graphic details, there might be images that I could never get out of my brain and that could fuck up our relationships. It is enough to know that you both admit you were out of bounds. I AM upset, but I don’t want anything to mess with the family dynamic. Ignorance is relative bliss.”

xxxxx THE GANDER GOES AWAY xxxxx

The so called family dynamic settled down considerably in the coming weeks when Cleve made himself relatively scarce around their place. Leanne and he did not communicate at all until she called him and said that Mel was going up to the state capitol for a couple of days to sort out some messed up titling issues with the DMV. He would be there at least one overnight. “Does that give you any ideas B.I.L.?”

“Ohhh, God I can’t think of anything else but our naughty night together, S.I.L. But what are you suggesting?

“Mel will be out of town. I will be here all alone, thinking about how really nice it was fucking you. You fill in the blanks, lover boy. Mel will be leaving any minute now. I request that you put your tie flying or flying ties on the bench and get over here to service your brother’s overlooked pussy.

Cleve made and sold fishing lures as a business which gave him lots of free time, and a pretty good net income since IRS had no way to know how much he sold. Wanting to reassert his manliness, he says, “I will be there in 20, plus time to pick up some Chinese for dinner.”

Wanting to reassert her womanliness she responds, “My cooking not good enough for you, honey?”

“Sis, when I get there, I do NOT want to find you wearing an apron in the kitchen. I expect to find you in the living room, wearing what you were wearing the last time I saw you there.”

“That’s a deal, lover.”

It was over 30 minutes before he could actually get there, with a carry-out bag of assorted Chinese edibles. True to her commitment, Leanne was stark naked on the love seat in the living room. The food sat in the bag for close to two hours while they re-enacted some of the brighter moments of their recent play night. Then they ate and talked.

“God! This was wonderful girl. I couldn’t be more excited. But I didn’t think we were supposed to do this kind of thing anymore.” Said he.

“You were there. What your brother basically said, not in so many words, was that he loves us and forgives us for our drunken fuck session. He knows full well that is what we did, and he gave us a free pass. Plus, he said he does not want us to tell him about the details which he pretty much slept through. I am almost certain he had no clue that we fucked and sucked all night long, but he clearly didn’t want to overreact or make a state’s operation out of it all.

“I listened to my husband very, very carefully. At no time did he, or either of us, suggest that this was all behind us and that all was forgotten and that we would be celibate in the future. Here is the plan. You and I will be circumspect when around him or around anyone else. Warm and friendly with each other, way hotter and way friendlier whenever we get some time alone. Kapeesh?”

Cleve laughed and bent into her to kiss her on the lips. “SWAK” he said.

“We are lovers, Cleveland. We are full-on lovers in the present tense of that word. AND our times alone together will be frequent. I expect to have some quality naked time with you no less than once or twice a week. Are you willing to commit yourself to that much, bro?”

Cleve decided not to confess to her that he had just fallen head over heels in love with his bossy sex pot of a relative. They put the leftovers in the fridge and put their sweaty bodies in the shower. They cleaned each other up for an afternoon session, which had not been pre-planned, but just assumed by both. It turned into another multi-orgasmic extravaganza which impressed the hell out of both of the participants. After another mutual shower, they drove out to a road-side eatery that was well outside their normal circle of eating places.

It would not be an embarrassment for a woman to be seen in public with her brother-in-law, but why give the rumor-mill any fodder if they were to be seen together on too many occasions, plus which they were in the touchy-feely stage of their new affair and would prefer to have the capacity to engage in some footsy. Which they did this night, but Leanne’s pretty foot too often ended up between his thighs, instead of on his foot.

After dinner, they headed back home. Whereupon Leanne took a bowl of misc. buttons on her sewing machine desk and upturned it on the sewing machine lid. He asked her what she was doing, and she said, “never tell a lie if you don’t have to.”

He was puzzled but went with the flow when she started taking off her clothes in preparation for the evening’s events. Her cell rang and she promptly answered it with a bright, cheery voice, “Hello, honey”.

“Hi, Leanne. How’s it going sweetie?”

“Fine,” she says, cheerfully, “How are you lover?”

“I’m good. Bored, but fine. What you up to this evening, babe?”

“Oh my God, looks like I will be spending the whole evening picking up and sorting out my buttons. I managed to spill the entire bowl all over the sewing machine.” Cleve grinned understandingly at her truthful response.

Husband and wife spent 10 minutes or so chatting about everyday things while a mostly naked Leanne was steadily stroking her brother-in-law’s cock. They hung up with the traditional ‘I love you’s and, exactly as she uttered those words, she felt Cleves cock spurt jism into her welcoming hand. The coincidence of that timing caused her to laugh out loud. She licked the cream off of her hand and led Cleve over to the bed for their 3rd session of the evening. He, of course, was expected to sleep over so they didn’t have far to reach each other to start again before breakfast.

The next day they slowed the pace somewhat, only reaching orgasms one way or another every few hours. The body can only give so much. They knew their occasions to be together would be somewhat limited once Mel returned, and both felt the need to wring every possible drop of sex out of this overnighter.

xxxxx THE GOOSE GOES AWAY xxxxx

After their first night of debauchery and these 2 full days of virtually uninterrupted sex, they settled down into the middle stages of their love affair. That might best be defined as having an unspoken commitment that they would use any available together time, longer than 20 minutes or so, for the expressed purpose of getting each other off. But that they did not feel compelled to invent excuses for her to be away from her husband overnight or any other such red-flag events. Only eat the low hanging fruit, but pig out on that.

Over the coming weeks the love-birds could kind of sense that Mel had an inkling as to their continued interest in each other. There were a number of signs that he was maybe just being tolerant of an overly intimate family relationship.

For example, the month after the 2 day get-together, it happened that Leanne herself went out of town, to help her younger sister Rachel prepare for her upcoming wedding Day. She was two time-zones east of home and texted her brother-in-law for some bed-time loving. She didn’t know, but at that moment, Cleve was at his brother’s home for dinner, and they had just retired to the living room to watch the pre-season Dodgers/Astros game.

Cleve’s phone dinged to indicate an incoming text. He was sitting in the loveseat across the room from Mel. He opened it to see it was from the very woman he had fucked months ago on this very loveseat. She texted:

“hey lover, hate being away from u so long.” Smiley face emoji.

He checked his position and decided Mel could not see his screen and couldn’t possibly read it from across the room. So why not? “Hello pussy o’ mine. I miss u 2.”

He heard the cheers on TV as Bellinger hit a homer with one man on board. Two to zip in the second. He cheered loudly to join Mel in support of the team they had followed since the two were schoolboys. But what was mostly raising his spirits was a graphic coming over on his cellphone, a photo in a dresser mirror displaying his brother’s gorgeously naked spouse on a bed, legs spread wide. He managed to keep a straight face and avoid showing a straight dick in his trousers.

He held the phone closer to his face level, making sure to still keep that wonderful photo in full view. He texted “hey gal, am here at ur house watching dodgers. sup wit u?”

Leanne took the warning and replied “oh jeez, didnt spect u there! I should cut it off.”

“he cant see my screen. send more pics.” Glancing up slyly to be sure bro was not up and wandering.

The next photo showed the same light brown muff, on the same nude lady, bending over to lick her own nipple. She seemed just barely able to make the lip to nip connection, thanks to her physical attributes with only a normal length tongue.

That actually did make his tent rise, but he was sure his legs were crossed in a way that his brother could not see what his wife was doing to him. There was no plausible way Cleve could tend to his boner and get himself off just now.

He texted “that makes me wanna cum in u sis”

She replied “u have to get mels permission first”

“what if he sez no?”

“then just cum on my face”

“send me another pic, luv. with a finger in ur butt”

With the help of her dresser mirror, she manages to make that happen shoving her little finger in up to the 2nd knuckle; then signs off with “luv u, gotta call Mel now”

He didn’t have time to object or any way to keep her on the phone. Frustrating. Tease! He puts his phone in his front pocket and heads to the bathroom to get some relief. Then, as he returns to the living room, he hears Mel’s phone buzz. It was a voice call.

“Hello honey”

“Kiss, kiss” she says. “What’s up?”

“Just sittin here with Cleve watching the Dodgers. We both followed them since they were in Brooklyn I think.”

“Yeah, right, about 40 years before you were even born, I think”, she says.

“Wow, you know your sports history my darlin'”

“Darn tootin’, hubby. Now could you give me a little phone sex please? For some reason I’m feeling a little horny right now.”

“My God, Leanne, I told you Cleve is right here in the room with me.”

“Ask him if he minds.” She teases.

Mel plays the game, wondering if she had any idea who had just been texting with Cleve. “Brother, Leanne wants to know if it will be a bother to you if we do phone sex now.”

“Nah, but please turn the sound up a little.” Says Cleve.

“Oh, that’s right, I keep forgetting you’re familiar with that sound already, Cleve. Gotten to like it I guess.”

A quiet “Heh, heh” was all he dared muster.

Mel says to his wife, but his brother could clearly hear, “I think Cleve was just having text sex during the Dodger’s game. I guess she couldn’t take care of him.”

It was little exchanges like that that made the cheaters suspect their game may be a leaky secret. But, if it stayed at this teasing level, it wouldn’t pose much of a problem.

xxxxx FAMILY BUSINESS xxxxx

It came time for Leanne’s sister’s big wedding in Indianapolis. Her husband was as happy as shit to learn he was supposed to take 3 days off of work to go visit the sister-in-law he, not so secretly, despised. Well, at least disliked quite a bit. Conveniently, this fell right at the time the new models were coming in and the boss made no secret of his dislike at the prospect of his top salesman taking off around New Model Weekend. Nor did that salesman relish missing the 4 or 5 commissions he was apt to bag over those days.

Mel coached his boss into saying he just couldn’t afford to have Mel be away at that time and then Ben called Leanne and played the violin for one pissed off spouse to ask her if she could cover the nuptials alone. She agreed with far less crying than he had anticipated.

Leanne called her alternate Blomberg within the hour and did not take no for an answer. He rode along with her to Indianapolis and enjoyed some oral-genital stimulation during the drive as well as all-out sexual frenzy in her motel room for two nights. Of course, he did not have to attend the wedding, having never even met any of Leanne’s family.

They could have easily made it home by 10pm or so on the third day, but who wants to do something that stupid? She called her husband with recriminations about her late start on the second day of her drive home and he all but insisted that she stop another night in Nebraska someplace. Mel was about half sure his horny wife would not have made the trip on her own, and he had not been in touch with brother Cleve for days.

xxxxx ROUTINE FAMILY LOVE xxxxx

Over the next several months, things settled down in their daily lives, with nobody travelling, and Cleve getting down to their house only a couple of times during most weeks. If that happened early in the week, Mel would be able to take a day off from the grind, Leanne would cook up something scrumptious and they would play some cards together for a few hours.

If later in the week, Mel would be stuck at the busy dealership, so his brother taught Leanne a different kind of card game; one in which they both lost their clothes in rather short order. Of course, once that happened, they took a break from the game and joined up on their favorite love seat for some family love making. Leanne is pretty bright, and, after the third time this happened, she decided to veto the strip card game. After that, she was simply nude when her brother-in-law arrived, and she had a beer waiting for him beside the loveseat.

But they were sensible even at that. They took a break near noon to whip up some lunch to feed each other. Then they went back to the serious relationship-building, but they made sure to wrap it up well before 6pm when Mel would be expected to get home.

Not surprisingly, Leanne kept trying to find little excuses why Cleve shouldn’t come by earlier in the week, favoring the late-week visits, despite the fact that Mel wouldn’t be able to join them until well after 8:00 pm.

They both thought that her husband might take issue with the depth of the relationship they had already built. Well, he had more or less witnessed the depth of it, but not the full extent of it. To state the case more bluntly, Leanne believed that if her husband knew that his brother had it in for him more often than he himself did, he would be taking scalps.

Leanne didn’t really feel guilty about this pattern. After all, she made a point of making sure Mel got to fuck her thoroughly every night on days Cleve had fucked her 2 or 3 or occasionally 4 times. She was not about to cut back on her marital duties just because she was getting a little, well quite a bit more than a little, on the side.

She truly does love her husband and loves him best of all the people on the planet. It is only that NRE, the New Relationship Energy, that makes it so much more exciting to enjoy the ministrations of a new lover.

But one week, early in the second year of their affair, after he had fucked Leanne 3 times on Wednesday (one was only a 69) Cleve showed up at her house with an eager grin on his face the very next day, ready to rock and roll. Leanne made it clear that was not part of the game plan. She sent him on his way, with only one quick blowjob for his trouble. He had to learn his place in the total scheme of things.

That was the first of several gaffes that Cleveland Blomberg was to make in his impassioned pursuit of that which was his brother’s. Within a few months thereafter he noticed that Leanne’s invitations were falling off to once a week tops with some weeks cancelled entirely due to other commitments of hers. Even when they did hookup, he found the passion was a bit briefer than before. He considered it a successful session if he could cum in her twice. It seemed the NRE was slowly wearing off.

From Leanne’s perspective, this was a positive change. Back when, she had loved fucking Cleve for double and triple headers, 8 or 10 days a month. But the recent schedule of half that or less, was more to her current taste. When Cleve was honest with himself, he accepted the calmer love affair as healthier. He had gotten behind on his fishing lure creation and his physical stamina seemed to be lessoning. His girlfriend situation was closing in on non-existent since his sister-in-law had been consuming so much of his available sperm.

Readers may be wondering how the idiot husband was so deluded and unaware. Well, to put it bluntly, he was not. He had always had a pretty clear recollection of what went on that night they were drunk out of their senses. He hadn’t asked for details, but what else might they have done. Once two healthy people have their first fuck, they are going to try everything else a body can think of before dawn.

He had seen them having intercourse at least twice that night, and at another time he rolled over in his sleep and became aware of the sounds of male and female orgasms when his eyes observed his brother lying at 69 below his naked wife. Why would he need to listen to their watered-down confessions when what he had already seen them doing covered just about every form of human debauchery known to man, or woman.

He wasn’t even all that angry at the time. He felt it was a compliment to himself that his wife was so beautiful and desirable that a man like Cleve, so successful with the women, desired her enough to risk confrontation with his own brother.

With what he assumed had been going over the following months, it became obvious his energetic wife had a much higher libido that he himself possessed and the following couple of years convinced him that she needed what his brother could bring to her, and God knows he would rather she got it within the family then out on the street somewhere. He himself was getting every bit as much sex from his wife as a man could ever ask for.

He loved them both, and if his own personal desirability had lured a gorgeous woman into the family who was clearly able to satisfy all the sexual needs of the two brothers, then he was proud of himself, happy for his brother, and excited to watch his hottie play both sides of the field.

xxxxx OLD FASHIONED SURVEILANCE xxxxx

Sure, Mel’s curiosity did sometimes creep up on him. Not to the extent that he tried to look into an expensive PI, or even buy some of those science-fiction bugging devices you read about. But much simpler actions enabled him to keep pretty well informed.

In his job, he gave prospects test drives of cars they were interested in. Multiple times on a typical day he would take them out and around a well-planned route that tested the turning and hill climbing ability of the new (or used) car they were interested in. This route, coincidentally, (wink, wink), took them past his own house where, not being the driver, he had ample time to look at who might be visiting.

Mel mostly knew what days Cleve was at his house and an estimate of how late he stayed. Only a couple of times did that get problematic when he happened to spot his wife and brother through the living room picture window. Wearing nothing at all of course! But he couldn’t even think about blowing a sale and ordering the prospect to stop the car. He specifically recalls having had wonderful nights it bed with his wife those nights, with some extra energetic love.

xxxxx THE PROS AND CONS OF A SOLUTION xxxxx

The fact that she seemed even more sexual with Mel on days his brother had been heating her up pretty much confirmed the notion that he did not want play bull-in-a-China-Shop. Being the organized kind of guy that he was, he tried to itemize and study the facts.

Did he love Leanne? OMG stupid question! He very literally loves her more than life itself. He would die for her, no matter who she is fucking.

Does he still love his brother? Tougher question, he is way pissed off at what he is doing to Leanne. But pissed off just means he is disappointed in the sneaking around and would like to bust him in the chops. But not enough to seriously damage his chops. Besides, doing it TO his wife is probably not the right description. From what he has witnessed, bro is doing it WITH and very much FOR Leanne.

Can he make them stop? It certainly looks like no mere power of persuasion would suffice. And no violent action against either of those loved ones would even be thinkable. He can’t get the law involved, for God’s sake. The laws of the land long ago gave up trying to police adult’s sex lives, except in a few backwater states, and he thankfully did not live in one of those.

Could he beg them to stop and throw himself on their mercy? Promising. If he was correct in thinking those two loved him as much as he loved them, then he could very likely put up such a stink that they would voluntarily give up their sexual relationship. Or at least cut it down and go deeper underground. Which wouldn’t be a win for him.

What he has been doing so far, for several years, was to bite his tongue and make a few snide remarks hinting that he knows something is up. He thought about just ramping that up, making more and more specific commentary about what the two are up to. His thought seemed to be that he would scare them off of their actions. But it seemed now clear that they were in the game for good and all. All this cat and mouse stuff was just making them more aggressive in their lovemaking. Or so he figured.

Should he let them know he knows? Maybe arrange to walk in on them mid-coitus? He knows their schedule well enough to pull that off. What would be served? If he made a drop dead issue out of it, either or both of them, he hoped, would love him enough to put a stop to it.

But he then thought about the aftermath of such a confrontation. It might be years before his brother felt comfortable being together in the same room with him or his wife, and what the hell would that do to our family!?

Of course, that would, he thought, pretty much stop the infidelity, but pragmatically, what exactly would that accomplish? He had already established in his mind that the sex was better between him and his wife on days when she had been fucking around on him. So, he was not exactly being ‘cheated’ out of his marital rights.

For many years their only real family get togethers had been with Cleve Blomberg. The only others were either dead or living far away in Indianapolis. So, cutting Cleve out of the picture would make for some very lonely holidays.

All things considered, he felt he was way better off as things were now, than they would be in any other scenario. But still, his pride and ego would suffer terribly if he just allowed people to think that he was the clueless cuckold or lacked the balls to put a stop to it. He wondered how many people around town knew already.

Little by little his musings had led him to a place somewhere near a decision. He would not be the hapless sucker in all this. But he would not want to break off relations with his brother. He absolutely would not want to harm his wife in any way. But neither would he want to give her up. He has a heathy sex life with her now, even if little brother is getting more of the family nooky than he was.

The plan of operation should look something like this. He lets them know he knows but that he is not going to do anything drastic about it. And he will make sure other people know that he knows. He lets them know he wants them to cool it down some, but that he cannot and will not try to get them to go cold turkey. And maybe, just maybe, he can maneuver it in such a way that the Blomberg’s can have threesomes with the lovely Leanne. He’d even allow the guest Blomberg to pick the first Leanne hole; he knows his brother would make an informed selection.

xxxxx ROLLING UP HIS SLEEVES xxxxx

So, he had a plan of action. You might think of it as ‘half-baked’ but in truth the oven hadn’t even been lit yet. He wanted to start the baking close to home. Family close, not geographically close. Taking advantage of the time zone difference, he called his wife’s sister Rachel’s cell at 6:30, well before his wife would be up and around, but a very respectable breakfast time hour in Indianapolis.

After the normal pleasantries, Rachel asked Mel what he had on his mind. Read that ‘WTF you callin me for this time of day?’

“Rachel, I need your help picking out a birthday present for Leanne.” The birthday was still 5 weeks away, but he trusted that would be just within the realm of credibility.

“Sure, if I can help, I am pleased to be asked.”

“Well, I will come right out with it, Rachel. I am thinking to get a top quality dido for her present. The best they make. I know you gals have been very close over the years and, embarrassing as it is, I wonder if you could steer me in the right direction.”

It took a minute of back and forth for Rachel to understand that he was not kidding around and really wanted her advice about best dildos. Finally, she said “oh my gosh Mel, I don’t think I know much about those things. I know they come in battery types and with USB ratings or some such thing. They are handheld, I don’t thing anyone really use those joke things you see that look like the steering wheel off a John Deere.

“But I just can’t see my big sister using one at all, Mel. She always just grabbed the nearest cock when she was horny, and I never saw anone turn her away.” Oops, she thought, she had just said WAY too much.

Mel was starting to wonder if this was the right thing to do. “I know, Rachel. She always gets what she wants, and I would never try to hold her back. But I was just trying to think of something to give her a bigger orgasm when we are just alone at home.”

“Oh for Pete’s sake brother in law, the way she tells it she has plenty of cock waiting from you big fella.”

He laughs. “Well I hope that is true Rachel, but I was thinking about times when I can’t be there for her, you know.”

The conversation soon petered out to a dead end, and they disconnected. That was a bust in the information department he thought. She didn’t seem to have any hint that her sis was having a major love affair. It did reinforce that Rachel thought Leanne was very satisfied with her husband in the bedroom at least.

The next Thursday Mel deliberately came home from work a bit early in the evening and Cleve was there playing cribbage with Leanne, soft drinks in hand and pegs strewn across the board like it was mid-game. Pleasantries all around and a kiss on the mouth for his lovely wife. He then headed straight up to the master bedroom. Leanne asked him why, since he never usually did that.

“I spilled a soft drink on my pants at work, honey.” He looked carefully around the bedroom and noted the wrinkly depression in the quilt on top. He stripped down to take a shower but looked carefully in the shower before turning it on. There were plenty of droplets, evidence of recent shower activity. After a quick shower he looked in the laundry basket.

At the very top of the linen, he sees not one but two damp towels. Seen enough already?

Mel returned downstairs to see what was being cooked up. He gave his seated wife another hug and kissed her on top of her head. “Mmm, nice and damp. Smells nice.”

Leanne brushes his hand and says, “Just got out of the shower hon, just before your brother got here.”

“I see. So how come you needed two towels to dry off darlin?”

“I didn’t.” She replied, then realized he must have looked in the hamper. “Oh, I used a second one to dry off the floor after I splashed it getting out.” He didn’t ask her why she didn’t just use the used towel for the mop-up duty.

It was an awkward moment, but Leanne was happy to see that his attention changed to another topic altogether. Dinner was stellar as usual, but Cleve had to leave early, begging a sudden headache. Mel tried to take advantage of their alone time, but Leanne didn’t seem to be interested, so why push it?

She went to bed early, seemingly quite tired. Mel stayed up to watch the 10:00 News and then went quietly to his wife’s cell phone on the nighttime charger. He looked at recent texts and there was brother Cleve from 2:15 that afternoon.

C: “I can get loose a bit early today. want company?”

L: “darn tootin lover”

C. “be there in 15”

So that puts him at Mel & Leanne’s house around 2:30. But he clearly remembered that at 5:00 the cribbage board showed only one peg in the games won counter.

Damn it, when he was in the phase of not wanting to know, such details would not have upset him. But now it seems like an alarm siren that won’t shut up. Fuck, he’s known about sex between his wife and his brother, pretty much from the git-go. But suddenly it is starting to feel like maybe little brother was regularly getting more of Leanne’s pussy than he was.

Two days later, on one of his test drives, he spotted Cleve’s Genesis parked around the corner from his house. After closing the sale, he told the boss he had some gastric trouble and headed home. Brother’s car was in the same inconspicuous place, so he drove noisily into his own drive, and made sure the car door slammed shut loudly.

He opened and closed the side door loudly and went to the kitchen for a glass of water which made some more noise. Then he headed out to the living room hollering for his lovely wife. She was heading down the stairs, with Cleve right behind her.

“Honey, why are you home so early?” Big smile on her face.

“Oh, kind of indigestion, I guess. What’s up bro, didn’t know you were coming around today.”

“Just stopped by to return the portable radio you guys loaned me, Mel.”

“Oh, heck, that could have waited until the next time you were over. We don’t use it very often at all. What were you guys doing upstairs?” He tried not to sound too interrogatory.

They both started to explain, so Cleve shut up and Leanne said “I asked him to look at the flickering light switch in the guest room, honey. You know he is good with that sort of thing.”

“Cool. Did you find the problem, bro?”

“No luck, we shook it every which way and it didn’t blink. You know, Imp of the Perverse.”

“Not bad,” Mel thought. “They probably had thought that one up in reserve just in case they ever did get caught upstairs.” He wondered if they had cum already, but he had no way to ascertain the state of their afternoon recreational. But he thought he could look forward to some knock down recreation himself come nighttime.

Leanne walked him to the door, saying “we’ll expect you Friday when you have time to stay for dinner.” They touched fingers briefly, thinking Mel was still in the living room, but he caught a glimpse of their little love gesture, and it hurt him.

For months the status did not change very much. It was a good car buying season which meant more test drives, and ultimately, more commissions. The increased surveillance of his home did not turn up any apparent increase in copulation visitations from his brother, in fact it seemed perhaps a bit less often than before, but he did not have an accurate week by week score card to compare.

Mel’s own sex life had been as good or better than ever. He found more and more ways to tweak the noses of his family cheaters. When one of this test drives indicated his wife had company, he took to calling her as soon as he had the free time. When she answered, sometimes sounding just a bit out of breath, he would say he was just thinking about her and wanted to hear her voice. A level of mushiness he had never exhibited before. And he kept her on the phone for long minutes of mindless love talk which she seemed obligated to return.

This newfound mushy love stuff had unexpected side benefits. Leanne started returning the love messages a bit, especially when he came home for dinner. Their own sex activities seemed to increase in numbers and duration. Mel would deny it if anyone said it, but his own desire for his beautiful wife had grown. Something about knowing how desirable his wife was to other men was a big turn on.

Ironically, Cleve’s tackle business seems to have grown during that year and soon he was organizing Rod & Reel shows where some others in the business would join him and put their work on display for hundreds of attendees. They were held in various city around the region.

One day, while at dinner at Mel and Leanne’s Cleve popped the question as to whether Leanne would care to work for him at the 3 day show coming up soon. She was not working, at the moment, and said it sounded good to be earning a paycheck for a few days. She had some questions and seemed to like the answers.

Mel was surprised by this news, but quickly caught the gist of what was going on. Their Q & A seemed somehow rehearsed to him and he did not bother to object. She asked him point blank if there was any reason she shouldn’t be the window dressing at his brother’s booth. That was how her role was described. Just wear something sexy and pretend to be casting a line and buyers would flock to his booth.

He would pay her $400 per show and would pay for her hotel and restaurant expenses. Most of the shows were within a few hours driving distance and he would drive his van with all the items for sale.

Mel couldn’t reasonably object to that. He said something like, “of course, dear, and it will give you and Cleve some time to get to know each other better.”

The first time they went to a show, Mel played detective. He called the hotel they were said to be staying at and asked the operator if they had a Leanne Blomberg registered there and they did not. He asked about a Cleveland Blomberg and the lady said yes, did they want her to ring? He said no, he would call by cell phone.

He Googled the Rod & Reel Show and found that it was scheduled for the weekend, a full Saturday and Sunday. It didn’t surprise him much that his people had driven out on Thursday for a ‘three day show’. If he had known his wife had a cock in her mouth most of the 5 hour trips to and fro, it would not have surprised him much either. She had stamina in that department.

She sent him pictures of the show that Cleve had snapped of her showing off her fly casting acumen. He was amazed that they would show off her outfit like that, with her wearing a teensy weensie, but not polka dot, bikini and men in the background with their tongues all but hanging out and drooling. He was not surprised to learn that Cleve had the best sales tally ever at that show, and that Leanne had agreed to do all of his shows from now on.

Mel became suspicious when there was another show scheduled for three weeks down the road. He thought he remembered his brother doing like 4 of those, total, during the warm months last year. But, whatever.

It will hardly be news to report that when that 3-day show weekend arrived, the lovers left at mid-day Thursday. But Mel had previously installed the Life360 app on their cellphones which told each other exactly where on the planet the other person’s cell phone was located. He hadn’t remembered to tell his wife that he had set that up, and with two screens full of various icons on her phone, he didn’t think she would notice this one anytime soon.

He was only a little surprised to learn that their Thursday travels only took them a little over half an hour, to a western suburb of their hometown. There were no shows listed on Google anywhere in the state. He rechecked that phone location a dozen times over the 3 days and it did not appear it had ever left the motel room. He considered his brother a lucky man indeed. He couldn’t recall when he had enjoyed a 3 day fuck session with such a beautiful woman. That kind of turned him on.

xxxxx LEARNING TO LIVE AND LET LOVE xxxxx

Several years passed with little change in their lives. Brother Cleveland was still visiting their house a couple of times a week for cards and dinner. He was still booking 3 day Rod & Reel shows, at least once monthly during all but the coldest months, and occasionally there really was a Rod & Reel show listed in the town they were at. Mel and his wife still enjoyed excellent sex lives and everyone in the family got along famously, despite Mel’s sexual innuendos being a constant nag.

When they would arrive back from a ‘show’ he would welcome them and say something cryptic like “I hope you two got along well together” or “You didn’t get bored during the hours the show was closed, did you?”

Leanne instinctively understood that they were not completely fooling her husband and correspondingly dueled teases with Mel since he didn’t seem inclined to make an issue of it. She would return comments like “Bored, no way, not with a Blomberg in my sights.” One time she even uttered a comment that “Cleve was never once out of my sight, honey.” Mel’s retort was “Not even when you had to go potty, honey?” to which she answered the truth, disguised as humor “Not even, hon, you know employees get to be pretty familiar with one another from doing these fishing lure shows all the time.”

At times Mel seemed to enjoy these cat and mouse games and he always enjoyed the wonderful sex once his wife had been returned to him, with double headers almost nightly for the days after she came home from a show.

But at other times his attitude took on a darker side. He really did not terribly mind sharing his Leanne with his bro, but it did hurt him that she would go to such lengths to arrange some secret fuck time with him. He was pretty sure that she had a good deal more of the younger Blomberg’s semen in her, month after month, than his own.

xxxxx CALLING A SPADE A SPADE xxxxx

It was Christmas Eve, 6 1/2 years after that first kissing game on the loveseat. Cleve was sitting on that same, slightly dog-eared seat, and Mel sat beside Leanne on the sofa. Torn wrapping paper was cluttering the room. The 3rd bottle of Merlot had just been opened and thank-you’s for the gifts had been effusively exchanged.

Conversation had gotten around to talking about the cost of living and Cleve was bemoaning the fall-off of sales at the shows. Combined with the hotel and restaurant expenses he was hardly making any net profit on some shows.

Mel offered a helpful suggestion. “Maybe it would help if you cut out the trips on weekends when there really is no Rod & Reel show and you and my wife could just spend those days here in our house, rent free?”

Cleve shook his head in disbelief and stared at this brother. “What was that all about Mel? What in hell are you saying?” He looked like he was about to pick a fight.

“You heard me, brother. I know that more than half the so called shows you take Leanne to are just to a motel the other side of town, which I am sure are well worth the expense to you but are so unnecessary when we have a nice guest room right upstairs here. The food is much cheaper too.”

Cleve’s fist clenched up and his face got red.

“Stop it Cleve, honey!” interjects Leanne. “He knows. I’m sure he has known we were lovers for years. Don’t make an ass of yourself.” She grabs the love of her life around the neck and hugs him for all she is worth. Mel returned the embrace with kisses as best he could work them in. He loves her so much. She clearly staked out her claim when the chips were on the table, husband Melvin was her man of choice.

Cleveland put his head in his hands and sunk back on the loveseat. “I am so sorry to both of you!” was all he could manage with his head in his hands and trembling. He stood up as if to get the hell out of Dodge, but his big brother stops him with hands on both of his shoulders.

“You’re not going anywhere Cleveland. You are my one and only brother and you are Leanne’s long-time lover. Neither of those relationships is about to end. I just got tired of all the pretending, and I guess you are tired of the hotel costs. Just take a breath and sit back down.”

Leanne hugged her husband and kissed him on his forehead. “Oh God, Mel. I love you so much. I was pretty sure you were wise to us, but I just couldn’t think of a way to fess up. I was scared to death of losing you. But I didn’t want to give up Cleve either.” She literally broke down in tears while hugging her husband even harder.

Cleve actually produced a smile at seeing this. One of his greatest burdens during this long illicit affair with Leanne was that they would hurt someone, or he would lose his only important family if and inevitably when he and his Leanne were discovered. Now it appears that worry may be behind him.

Cleve had so many times resolved to break the affair off, but anyone who knew Leanne would understand that no man could just walk away from her. Now, could it be that he can have his cake and eat her too?

Mel decided it was time to put a hold on all this. He went and gave his brother a sterile, but genuine hug and said, “I have to admire you for your taste in women, brother. Now get the heck out of here for the time being.” Cleve hugged back very briefly and went to Leanne and gave her an even more sterile excuse for a hug. “See you…”. She reciprocated in kind.

Mel and Leanne slept together that night, but neither gave any thought to intimacy. The atmosphere was sedate, not argumentative, but certainly not lovey-dovey. Neither could quite imagine how a couple who do love each other should behave after their extra-marital fucking had been outed.

For the next few days, eggshells were walked on at Mel & Leanne’s home. They remained respectful and even close if you could call it that, but nothing substantive was said by either. Leanne made no attempt whatsoever to contact Cleve.

When they gathered for breakfast Sunday morning, Mel was ready to talk. He started with the basics. “I truly love you to pieces wife of mine.”

She breathed in relief and countered, “Oh my God Melvin, I love you more than ever the way you have handled this, and I apologize a million times for what we have been doing for all these years.”

He pulled one of the kitchen tables over next to hers and put his arm around her shoulders in a loving gesture. “And I don’t love you one bit less because you have been fucking my kid brother. Really, I don’t. I cannot imagine life without you, my love.”

“Oh, don’t use dirty language like that Mel. I hate it.”

“Honey, I have been thinking about this a lot and it is my wish that all three of us call a spade a spade in the future. We very openly discuss any pertinent details with no shame. We definitely do not treat it like it’s a dirty secret. If you are going over to Cleve’s house to have sex, do NOT dress it up with dumb excuses like he offered to fix this or that appliance.

Leanne’s mouth hangs open as she internalizes what she is hearing come out of her husband’s mouth.