Author’s note: As with most of my stories, this story is about a couple in a loving, long-term marriage adding something extra. For those of you who only like to read about monogamous marriages, this story isn’t for you. There are so many of those types of stories on this site, written by authors much better than I. No sense in reading something you won’t like. For those who like wife-sharing stories, I hope you enjoy.
Tags: wife-sharing, creampie, brother-in-law
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“Not yet! I’m so close!” It was too late. I felt the warm rush as Joel buried himself into me. I pushed the dirty talk a too far and sent him over the edge before I was ready. Lifting his head, we kissed as I felt his cock soften and slip out. I felt the warmth begin leaking from me. He broke the kiss and started to move down my body, taking an erect nipple into his mouth, then the other. He then headed further down.
God, I love when he does this!
It didn’t take long of his tongue working on my clit until my body finally gave in. I grabbed his hair, pulling his face into me as I came. Finally, I pushed him away as my clit was too sensitive after my orgasm.
He looked up, his face covered in our fluids. He came back up and kissed me on the forehead, as he lay beside me. I leaned down, taking his soft member into my mouth, trying to bring it back to life, as I was ready for more. I’m always ready for more. The past few years, I can never get enough of him. And when he is done, he will either watch me use a toy or use on me himself.
“I don’t have time. I’m sorry, but I’ve got to get back to the office.” He sat up as I released his cock from my warm embrace.
“Well then, I’m going to have to break out one of my ‘lovers’ to finish what you started while you are at the office.” I said as I leaned over and opened my nightstand.
“You can have fun with your ‘lover’ now, but I’ll be reclaiming you from him when I get back this evening. Maybe you should put on your hooker outfit and I’ll be one of your Johns?” He smacked my ass as he stood and put his pants back on, then walked to the door of the bedroom.
“No, you are taking me out to dinner tonight. I’ve already made reservations at that new fusion Asian restaurant at 8:00.”
“What about when we get home after dinner?” He said as he was standing at the door.
“We will see.” I said as he turned to walk out.
“Hey, aren’t you going to wash your face? You still have some of ‘us’ on your chin.” He turned back and smiled. He then wiped his chin with his palm and licked it.
“I want to taste you the rest of the afternoon, mmm.” As he walked out, I felt a trickle flow from me as he always has a way to make me twinge. I heard the garage door shut as I turned on my rabbit.
I didn’t need to warm up, I was already on fire. I pushed it all the way in, turning both dials to high, the one on my clitoris and the rotating beads in the shaft. I pumped my hips up into the device, my first orgasm quickly approaching. After a few minutes, I was lying in a pool of my own juices, satisfied.
I reached over and grabbed my iPhone, snapping a picture as I pulled the toy out of me. It was covered in my juices and his cum. My pussy in the background leaking from my arousal. I attached it to a quick text,
‘drained him, want more’
Immediately, he responded
‘Fuck! sloppy seconds later!’
I replied,
‘u mean 3rds? 4ths or 5ths by the time u r home’ winking emoji
I don’t know what it is lately, but I’ve been insatiable. I’m in a constant state of arousal and stay wet most days thinking about sex. Our sex life is the best it has been in our marriage and it just keeps getting better. After the kids moved out, we downsized and bought a little garden home a few miles from Joel’s office.
He comes home for lunch most days, and we end up making love before he heads back. Some days, we will have sex four or five times in a day. I never thought that possible, but between morning, lunch break, which we call ‘funch’, and our evening time together, it’s easily four or five times, sometimes more. It’s brought us closer together as a couple and as I said, the sex has never been better.
Some days it’s just straight up sex. Other days we role-play. I’ve bought costumes and expanded our toy collection, including an 8″ life-like dildo I’ve named ‘Tony’. I can’t take ‘Tony’ every day, but when I do, I’m sore the next, and it feels so good. LOL
I ended up staying in bed another hour, my rabbit bringing me off three times. Afterwards, I went to the store to get a few things and then headed back to take a long, hot bath before getting ready for our date.
I laid out a little red dress on the edge of being slutty, to turn him on while we are out. I also pulled out a pair of lacy, crotchless panties. I’d be able to ‘flash’ him at dinner, spreading my legs and letting him see my panty selection. I know that will drive him wild and lead to a hot time later.
I then went into our play ikonbet giriş closet and chose the sluttiest outfit I had. Playing the call girl after dinner does sounds like fun. Who knows, I may have to lay ‘Tony’ out as well, and have Joel fuck me with it after he is done. He loves sliding that big, thick cock into me, stretching me as I cream all over it. By then, I’ll be so worked up, ‘Tony’ would feel good. I could handle ‘Tony’ now.
I finished putting on my makeup and looked at myself in the mirror.
Not bad for a 51-year-old woman. No, my breasts aren’t as perky as they once were. And my body shows wear and age from having our children, but I stay in shape. And, my husband adores me. Life is good.
I went into the kitchen, pouring a glass of wine waiting on Joel. Right at 6:00, he walked through the door, talking on his cellphone. A concerned look on his face as our eyes met.
“Come over here tonight man, you don’t need to be alone.” Whoever was on the other end said something, and then Joel said “okay, we are here.”
“What was that about?”
“That was Sean, he just got let go. To make matters worse, the bank called his employer today as he has been trying to do a workout with them on his loan to stop the foreclosure. His boss told them he was no longer employed and they called him to cancel the deal. He has until next weekend to have his things out.”
“Oh no!”
Sean is my brother-in-law. He was married to my younger sister Mary for 26 years. However, Mary passed away five months ago from cancer. She struggled for three years before she lost the battle. Even with insurance, the expenses depleted all they had saved. He had mortgaged the house to the hilt to help, but they were still in debt we had no idea how he would pay back. To make matters worse, Sean’s company was downsizing. And apparently, he had just lost his job. There would be no way he could continue making the interest payments on the house now.
We have helped him as much as we could, but Joel said he should cut his losses and start over. Apparently, that was no longer an option. It was reality.
“What if he stays here in our guest room until he figures it out?” I asked, as I have always loved Sean. He was a great husband to Mary, and a great father to their daughters. I couldn’t stand seeing him in this position.
“I’m glad you said that, because I was thinking the same thing. He is on his way over now, as he sounded terrible and he doesn’t need to be alone. He’s worked so hard on his career over the years, but missing so much work the past couple of years caught up to him. Fuck! It isn’t fair.” Joel opened the refrigerator and grabbed a beer, as I took a sip of wine.
“We will figure it out. Let me cancel the reservation and we can get takeout. Is that okay?”
“God, you look stunning. Sorry, I was looking forward to our date tonight and.”
I interrupted him, “It’s Sean! He’s family and he needs us. Besides, my ‘lover’ came back after I sent you that pic and took care of me again.” I was being playful, but knew things were going to be different for a while until Sean figures things out.
…
Joel took off the next week and we rented two storage units to put Sean’s things. Almost 20 years in that house and so many memories. It was painful going through my sister’s belongings, as Sean hadn’t touched anything since she had passed. He was clearly in a state of depression.
There were lots of laughs and tears as we emptied the house. When we finally gave up in the evenings, we would sit at the kitchen table and drink, letting him talk, vent, cry, whatever, as he unloaded the stress he had been carrying for so many years. He was broken. But, we both loved him and weren’t going to let him go it alone. That’s what family is for.
…
The first couple of weeks, he stayed in his room or sat on the patio. Joel told me to give him his space and if he wanted to talk, he will talk. It was hard for me to watch, but guessed Joel was right.
Another week went by and things seemed to get better. He started looking for another job. But he had just turned 50, and companies were hiring young MBAs at half of what he had been making. I helped him with his resume and even helped him research companies during the day while Joel was at work. I’d always liked Sean, and spending this much time with him now, I know why my sister loved him so much. I just hated to see him like this.
Joel came home on Friday and told me he would be traveling the following week. He travels a few days a month, and he would just be gone one night. We had dinner and Joel asked Sean if he wanted to play golf the next day. Joel hasn’t played in a while, but thought it would be good for Sean to get out of the house. Sean started to say something about not being able to afford it, but Joel cut him off immediately.
“You are family and staying here. You don’t need to think about things like that right now. You need to focus on your job search. I know how ikonbet yeni giriş difficult that is, but know that there is no expiration on your stay here. For the foreseeable future, this is your home too, okay?” That was the last Sean mentioned money.
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The following Wednesday Sean had an interview, but it didn’t go well. He came back deflated, depressed. Fortunately, Joel was coming back that evening. The guys have always been good friends, and while I’m a good listener, I know Joel would know what to say and be able to talk him up.
“I’m going to the grocery store. How do steaks sound for dinner? Joel can grill them when he gets home and we can sit around the fire pit tonight. Does that sound good?” He was dejected but shook his head ‘yes’. I asked if he wanted to go with me, but he said he was going to go back to our home office and keep looking.
When I walked back in the house, I put my keys down and the bags on the counter. I heard something come from the front bedroom/home office, but it wasn’t directed towards me. He must have been on a call. I quietly walked down the hall to the office so I could peek my head in and let him know I was home. As I opened the door he was sitting at the computer, his back to me, and I immediately froze.
Oh fuck! Joel told me those were only on his laptop, not on mine! Sean had found Joel’s ‘folder’ of photos and videos of the two of us. I let him take pictures and videos of us having sex, as I would rather him look at that instead of porn when he is traveling. But, they were supposed to be on his laptop!
Sean immediately turned around, his hand still wrapped around his cock. With a look of shock, even greater than mine, he quickly shut the computer and tried to cover himself, but it was too late. I didn’t know what to do, other than close the door and walk back into the kitchen.
I felt humiliated. And I was angry. At Sean, yes, but more so at Joel. I had no idea those files were on that computer. I took a deep breath and heard the door open.
“Mandy, look, I’m SO SORRY. I ran across that folder by accident and I know I shouldn’t have kept looking after I saw what it was. Please forgive me. It was completely inappropriate and I’m so embarrassed. I’m sorry.” He held his head down, shaking it. I looked and it appeared the shock of me walking in did a number on him, because it appeared his erection was gone in his shorts, but I did notice a wet spot.
We stood in silence for a moment. I thought about the situation and realized that he was a man, under a lot of stress. I know the last year or so before Mary passed away, they had not had sex. She was too weak from the chemo and while she offered it, Sean didn’t want to hurt her.
He is a man Mandy.
Then another thought hit me.
He could have been looking at one of the millions of porn sites out there, but he was masturbating to pictures of me!
I felt a tingling feeling below. I should be mad and it shouldn’t turn me on, but he was masturbating to me!
Taking a deep breath, “Sean, I should have said something when I walked in. I shouldn’t have invaded your privacy like that, and it won’t happen again.”
“Mandy, I’m”
I cut him off, “That folder is something special for Joel, as I’d rather him look at photos of me, and us, than porn when he travels. I know he masturbates and it turns me on to know he’s doing it thinking about me.
I hadn’t thought about all you’ve been through and the fact that you have needs too. Before Mary passed, she told me the two of you hadn’t had sex in over a year and she felt bad about that.
Sean, you’re a grown man and I know you have needs, and that’s fine. We are adults here and you are living in this house. I’ll respect your privacy more and be sure to knock if your door is closed.
All I ask is that you don’t look at that folder? That’s something special for Joel and while I know you’ve seen some of it, or maybe all of it, I’d appreciate if you didn’t open that one again. Alright?”
He nodded and started to apologize again, but I cut him off, by giving him a hug. “It’s okay Sean. Really”
I finished unpacking the groceries, the whole time thinking about him stroking himself to me. Did he find me attractive? I mean, I’m his sister-in-law. There are so many young girls on the internet that are stunning. But he was masturbating to me!
I went into our bedroom and had to pee. When I wiped myself, I was wet. Then I started thinking. While Joel and I hadn’t been having our marathon sessions since Sean moved in, we were still having sex almost nightly. I wondered if Sean had heard us?
I put my finger back down and rubbed it between my lips up to my clitoris. When I did, I felt that feeling and continued rubbing my clit, only faster. I came within seconds.
What was that?
…
Despite our conversation, there was a tenseness in the air between me and Sean during dinner. Joel didn’t seem to pick up on it and fortunately ikonbet güvenilirmi carried the conversation, asking him about the interview. I think Joel took Sean’s aloofness as depression from the interview and not what the real issue was. Sean turned in early and when we turned in, I practically raped Joel.
As soon as we shut the door to the bedroom, I pushed him on the bed and took off his trousers. Greedily, I took him into my mouth as he began to harden from my warm embrace. Once hard, I took off my jeans and panties, hovering over him as I guided his cock into my soaking pussy.
I pulled off my shirt and bra, throwing them on to the floor, as I was rocking back and forth on his member. I reached down, and ripped the buttons off his shirt, then pulled up his T-shirt. I leaned down, taking his nipple into my mouth and lightly bit it, the way he likes.
He started thrusting from underneath and as he gained momentum, I felt an orgasm building. It wasn’t long before I began clamping down on his cock as I rode the wave. I guess my aggressive assault was too much, as I felt the warmth of his orgasm.
I lay down on top of him as we caught our breath. His cock softened and slipped out, his semen leaked out into his pubic hair.
“Damn! Maybe I need to go out of town more often. Where did that come from?”
I rolled off him and snuggled into him, as he wrapped his arm around me. Playing with the mess on his lower stomach, rubbing it into his hair, I said,
“We need to talk.”
He looked over with a questioning look on his face, “Okay? Did something happen?”
“You could say that. What was your ‘special folder’ doing on my computer?”
He sat up, “Oh FUCK! Did he find it? Shit. I copied it over as a backup on your laptop, as mine has been acting funny lately. I didn’t want to lose them, but didn’t think about him using your computer in his job search.”
“Yes. I walked in on him masturbating to one of the videos.”
“Shit. What happened?”
“I was mad at first. But as I thought about it, he has needs too. And I know it was at least a year before Mary died that they had sex. Plus, she’s been gone for over five months now.” I scooped some of his semen on my finger and licked it off like a lollipop.
“So, you’re not mad?” He asked.
“I know it’s fucked up, but it turned me on to know he was jerking off to me. I’ve been wet all day thinking about it. That he was turned on by me. Does that make me a bad person?” I knew Joel wouldn’t be mad it turned me on. We’ve role-played many times about me coming home after being with a lover. We’d even discussed trying it, once, turning our fantasy into reality, as it’s something that always gets us both going.
“No, that doesn’t make you a bad person. Shit. I knew something was wrong at dinner.”
I reached down and began lightly scratching his balls. “Are you mad at me?”
“Mad? Why would I be mad?”
“Because it turned me on so much. Seeing him stroking his cock, looking at the one video of you fucking me in the ass.” He didn’t have to answer, as his cock started growing again.
“No. I’m not mad. Tell me more.” His cock was standing straight up now. He usually has a short refractory period, but this may be a record. As I lowered myself back onto his cock,
“There’s not much else to say. I only saw for a moment. I never even saw his cock, only that his hand was around it, stroking furiously when I walked in. But, it turned me on to know another man finds me desirable. I’ve been wet all day, waiting for you to come home.”
Joel rolled me over and got on top. He began fucking me hard and fast. “It seems it turns you on too. Another man lusting after your wife. Maybe I should have walked back in there and jerked him off while he watched our videos.”
That was too much and I felt his warm release. That was the quickest he’s cum in a long time.
It turns him on too.
He slipped out and immediately went down on me. I grabbed his head, rubbing my sloppy pussy into his face, as he licked up from my opening to my clit, then back down. I was already so turned on, I knew it wouldn’t be long.
“Is that what you want? Do you want me to jerk him off?”
“Mmm hmmm”
Fuck, this is going to be a strong one! “OOOOOOHHHHHHHH”
As I caught my breath, Joel came back up, laying on his side, looking at me. His face, from his nose down, was a slimy mess. He gently rubbed my face as another small wave went through me.
“Do you want to? Because, you can if you want. Especially if it turns you on like it just did.”
I lay there, not that I was surprised, well maybe I was.
“Is that what you want? I mean, Joel, this if fucked up. It’s Sean! He’s living here now. If I were to do that, then what? What if you got mad? We can’t kick him out.” My senses started to take over as that would be a bad idea. And I knew if it started with a hand job, at some point it may escalate.
Joel didn’t say anything. He was thinking. After a few seconds, he said,
“We’ve been role-playing about you doing a lot more than a hand job. And it turns me on like you wouldn’t believe. I’ve thought about it many times, you really doing what we fantasize about. We even looked for a guy that one time, remember?”