A wife tempted to fuck her brother-in-law, As I lie there approaching yet another orgasm I can’t help but reflect with complete disbelief that I am in this situation. I have my brother-in-law’s cock in my mouth fucking my face roughly whilst his brother, my husband, is cleaning my well-fucked pussy, that has two of his brother’s loads slowly oozing out, with his tongue.
As the most powerful orgasm ever begins to take control of my body I feel, at the age of 52, more alive at that moment than I ever have in my life.
I think I had better tell you how I got into such a sexy, slutty, dirty predicament.
I am Jayne. I am, as I have already mentioned, 52. I am five foot six with long blonde hair and quite slim with a relatively toned athletic body. I work hard to combat the onslaught of age.
I am married to Dave. He is six foot and sort of thin with greying hair. Dave is 51.
About four hours ago we arrived at a very swanky hotel for Dave’s parents’ golden wedding anniversary. It was a plush affair; lots of champagne and high class canapés.
I always felt uncomfortable at these big family events for two main reasons. Firstly Dave’s parents believe the lie that I have prevented them from having grandchildren. They believe that I have refused to get pregnant. I have always been happy to hide the truth that Dave is ‘firing blanks’ to save his embarrassment. The downside is that his family have never really accepted me into their family circle so I always feel like an outsider. I accept this to support my husband.
Secondly is Dave’s obnoxious younger brother John. He is also six foot but he is very muscular and athletic. He is also only 30. Dave’s parents thought they could not have another child after Dave and so they felt very blessed when, six months after their first child had left home, they fell pregnant again. Since then John has very much been their number one son.
John has always creeped me out. When I first started dating Dave he was fourteen and kept on staring at me whenever we visited the family nest. As he grew a little older he would start to ‘accidentally’ burst into whatever room I was in just at the moment I was getting changed so that he could see me in a semi-undressed state. I never told Dave as I did not want to cause a fuss and put him in a difficult position. Maybe that was mistake.
Anyway, John is the only one who knows the truth about why we have never had kids and he uses this information at every opportunity. Over the last five or six years he has obnoxiously and mercilessly made fun of Dave about it whenever they meet. He has also started to get a tiny bit physical with me. When no-one is looking he will grab my ass or my tits for a split second and whisper something crude in my ear; usually something about how he would have no problem making me pregnant.
I feel helpless in these situations. I cannot complain as it would cause a scene and no-one in the family would believe me as their golden boy can do no wrong and I am the cold bitch who refuses to give Dave children. So I suck it up and try to ignore it.
It makes me very uncomfortable despite the slight boost to my self confidence that comes from a guy who is 22 years younger than me being interested in me sexually.
Anyway, as per the norm, I feel like an outsider at tonight’s party. I try to mingle and be pleasant to the family but they barely hide their disinterest. After about thirty minutes of trying I give up and just sip champagne and munch in the delightful canapés whilst chatting to Dave.
A few minutes later I notice that John has spotted us and his making his way over. My heart sinks.
He comes behind us and forces he way in between us. He throws his arms around our backs and loudly kisses each of us on the cheek. “How’s my wimpy old brother and his sexy wife?” He is obviously a little drunk but his opening gambit is nothing unusual.
“Fuck off John. It is nice to see you too.” Dave laughs and kisses him back. Whilst this is happening John has lowered his hand onto my ass and is gently massaging it. He has positioned us so that our backs are to the wall and no-one can see what he is doing.
I feel sick and try to subtly move his hand with mine but I cannot without making it obvious what is happening. John keeps us there talking for almost ten minutes and he works my ass the entire time.
Eventually he leaves us to get more booze. I feel violated and a little annoyed with myself for a couple of reasons. Firstly that I have passively let this situation develop over the years and secondly because the onslaught of sexual interest that comes out of John’s mouth does in some small way make me feel slightly more sexy; especially as I get older.
I am dreading the next few hours. How am I going to get through it? I start to drink a little bit faster; that always helps.
I cheer myself up by discussing our next holiday with Dave but this only lasts half an hour or so before Dave leaves me alone to go and chat with his parents.
I go to the bar to get another champagne and I almost drop the flute as I feel my ass being grabbed again. I hear John whisper in my ear “One day I am going to fuck that sweet ass if yours. Maybe today. You are gonna cum harder than you ever have with my wimpy brother.” A moment later he was gone.
Surely someone must have seen that. As I turn round it is obvious that no-one was paying any attention at all. A tiny shot of excitement runs through my body, mixed with the usual revulsion. I think it must be a combination of the drink and the very public nature of the incident.
I busy myself with some more canapés before realising that I needed to go to the toilet. I head off and enter the deserted ladies toilet. The heady scent of expensive fragrance hits me and makes me feel relaxed.
As I head to the first cubicle the lights suddenly switch off and I hear the door lock behind me. I freeze, terrified. Then I feel two hands grip me in a vice-like grip, spin me around and force my hack against the cubicle. I know it is John; I recognise his aftershave. Before I have chance to protest he plants his lips on mine and roughly kisses me.
I am helpless. He is very strong. I try to resist by not kissing back but this does not put him off. He keeps kissing me whilst one of his hands grabs my left breast and the other grabs my pussy through my floaty silk dress.
He works both my tit and my pussy hard and fast. Despite my resistance I can feel my body responding to his touch. I feel a strong throbbing start in my panties; I am getting damp. I briefly open my mouth to let out a sexually induced sigh. It is all he needs; in an instant his tongue is deep in my mouth, playing with my tongue.
I hear someone try to get in, they knock the door and give a call. John ignores it and carries on. This makes me even wetter. I am still not responding but my body is alive with sexual excitement.
He suddenly stops kissing me so that he can lock his mouth on my right breast. He sucks hard through the shear fabric. I know he can feel that my nipples are like bullets and my pussy is sopping wet. I just hope he does not try to fuck me as I know I would be helpless to resist him and my body is so turned on that I would cum the instant he entered me.