I My Wife Had Sex With My Brother
I had been trying to get my wife to **** another man for years, a fantasy that was always met with significant resistance from her. Although she wanted to try another man – I was her first and only – she felt it would be cheating and said she wouldn’t feel comfortable having sex with another man.
I was delighted when finally – after 15 years of asking – she agreed to have a one-time sexual encounter with another man. She had some very specific requests, though, which I felt would make setting something up almost impossible. She wanted to do it in a hotel, she wanted the lights off, the room pitch black and both her and the guy wearing blindfolds (she did not want to be recognized), and she wanted it to be somebody I knew who was safe.
She also hinted – but didn’t specifically request – that the guy have a bigger **** than me. I was only 5 1/2 inches and fairly thin, and she said “If I’m going to **** another man, it should at least be an experience that’s dramatically different than ******* you.” I knew what she meant.
I went about trying to find a candidate. My wife knew this would be the tough thing to do, and I think in the back of her mind she probably thought I wouldn’t be able to find anybody. After all, I worked in a small office with mostly married, boring guys who I couldn’t have even imagined ******* their own wives, let alone agreeing to do mine.
The best candidate in my opinion was my younger brother. We were half brothers – different fathers – and we didn’t get along at all. But I knew he would be safe, I knew he would do it, and I was pretty sure he had a bigger **** than me. I hadn’t actually seen his **** in years, but growing up he bragged about having eight inches and one of his ex-girlfriends used to talk about how thick his **** was. My wife really didn’t like him – probably hated him – because he was always a jerk, but if it was a one-time, anonymous sexual encounter, and I could get my brother to swear to never say anything about it (he was married, and his wife would kill him if she found out), I thought he could be perfect.
I approached my brother with my idea. He was completely shocked and asked a lot of questions like “Why would you want somebody else to **** Cheryl?” I answered his questions the best I could, and he agreed to do it, on the condition that he not have to wear a condom. He said that he could never *** with a condom on, and it just wouldn’t be worth it for him if he couldn’t *** inside her. Just the thought got me rock hard! Naturally, I agreed.
My wife was shocked when I told her I had found a guy. It had been a little more than a month since she had proposed this, so I think she had figured I gave up looking for somebody. I assured her it was somebody I could guarantee was completely safe, and that the person in question agreed not to say anything, because he was married, too. Reluctantly, she said “OK. If this is what you really want, I’ll go through with it.”
We set it up for the next Friday night. I found a decent hotel, scouted out the room ahead of time to put blankets in front of the windows to ensure pitch darkness, and prepared for the event. My wife would be naked and waiting in bed, and the “guy” – my brother – would come in the room, put on his blindfold, and then guide him to the bed where he would crawl under the blankets and they would have sex. When all was finished, I was to help him out of the bed, take him to the bathroom, let him get dressed and he would leave while my wife waited quietly in bed for him to go.
That night, my brother met me in the hotel lobby at the designated time. He was nervous, but at the same time, I think he was excited about being able to **** my wife. We’d always been rivals, and I think he was enjoying the fact that he was minutes away from shooting his seed into my wife.
We got to the room, and we quietly entered the bathroom and turned on the light. I asked him to not say anything, because my wife might recognize his voice. He agreed that would be best. I stood and watched as he took off his clothes. When he took off his jeans, it was obvious that he already had an erection, and it was enormous. He was making a huge tent in his underwear, and when he slid them off, a huge, thick **** sprung out.
He caught me looking, and said “Think she’ll like it?” He was at least two inches longer than me and a lot thicker. I told him that “We’ll soon find out” if she likes it. He asked if he was bigger than me, and I told him yes, he was much bigger than me. He told me to show him.
I unzipped my pants and pulled out my erect penis. He said “My **** was bigger than that when I was 12!” I put my **** away and asked him if he was ready. He said yes. He put on the blindfold, and then I turned off the bathroom light and led him to the bed.
I knew I wouldn’t be able to see anything, so I felt my way around the room until I found a chair in the corner. I pulled my **** back out and sat down to enjoy as much of the show as I would be able to see and hear. I was thankful that the smoke alarm light and alarm clock were bright enough for me to at least see a little of the action.
Once he had crawled into bed, there wasn’t any foreplay involved. I could hear kissing, and soft moans from my wife, and then see the outline of his body position himself between her legs. He thrusted his *** a couple times, and my wife was making little grunt noises. My guess was that he was trying to push it in, something my wife confirmed later.
He must have finally made progress, because my wife said “oh gawd” and his thrusts became deeper. He was finally inside her, and was now ******* her with long, deep strokes. My wife was moaning, and kept saying “oh my gawd” and “this feels unbelievable” and things like that as he ****** her. Within minutes, she had her first ******. She had never *** that fast with me. Not only that, but she was louder – literally screaming – than I had ever heard her.
Usually, she **** once and is done. This time, however, she seemed to continue to really be into it. Her moans continued, picked up and she came again. This was the first time she had ever had multiple *******.
My brother continued to methodically **** her, never changing positions but occasionally changing the pace, alternating between slow and deep and quick bursts. He’d really pick up the pace when he knew she was going to ***, and then go real slow and deep while she was in the midst of *******. And *** she did – over and over again. I had never seen anything like it.
I had been ************ furiously the entire time, and shot my *** after her fourth ******. At that point, I started to feel weird inside, like this was something that was wrong and I shouldn’t have talked her into it. I guess the guilt took over, and the reality that my wife was getting the **** of her life from my younger brother really started to sink in.
After about 45 minutes, my brother stiffened and came inside my wife. My wife told me later that he felt like a fire hose shooting off inside her, she could feel his **** pulse and the jets of *** hitting the inside of her body. This set her off on her final ****** of the night, and she came hard, arching her back and hitting her head on the padding behind the bed. I don’t know what number ****** that was – I had stopped counting after the guilt set it – but she thinks it was her sixth.
He continued to lie on top of her for about five minutes after. When he finally moved off of her, he walked straight to the bathroom and turned on the light. I soon followed.
I walked in and he smiled at me and said “How was that?” I told him he was great, and that Cheryl really seemed to enjoy herself. He said “That was the tightest ***** I’ve ever ****** – must be from ******* your little **** all these years” and laughed. I just stood there and told him to hurry up.
When he left, I turned on the light and went to see how she was doing. She gave me a big kiss on the lips and said “Thank you – that was the most amazing experience of my life.” I asked and received all the details from her, and she told me how he was so big, it took him a while to finally get it in. When he did get it in, she said she felt “completely full” and couldn’t believe all the tingly sensations going through her body.
I asked her how I compared to him, and she said “there’s just no comparison honey. It’s not your fault – he has a bigger **** than you and it just feels better. I’ve never felt so much pleasure before. It was amazing.”
She begged me to let her **** the “hung stranger’ again, so I set it up for them to meet about once a month over the next several months, always under the same conditions and veil of secrecy. Each time was like the first, with my wife having several *******, my brother ******* inside her, and him sneaking out of the dark hotel room after making comments about how my wife had finally had a real **** and his **** had replaced my little one.
I honestly thought my wife didn’t know who it was ******* her, but I found out that she did know – or at least figured it out at some point – in the most surprising and humiliating way.
My entire family had gathered at my grandparents’ farm for a reunion. As it was announced that it was time to eat, I realized Cheryl was nowhere to be found. I decided to go look for her, thinking that she was probably just walking around the barn out back or chasing kittens around the garage.
My father decided to come along, just so he could bullshit with me as we looked for her. When we got to about within 20 feet of the barn, we could hear something going on inside of it. It just sounded like a soft moan and boards moving around. At that moment, I must have turned white because I put two-and-two together and thought “I hope that’s not what I think it is.”
As we got to the barn, we slowly opened a side door (a separate part of the barn where cows are led in for milking) and walked in. As we peered around the corner at what was making the noise, there they were: my brother, his pants pulled down around his ankles, on top of my wife – her pants pulled completely off – ******* like there was no tomorrow. My wife was on her back on top of a blanket, on top of about a 10-foot stack of hay bails that went across the inside of the main barn area, so they’re action was just above eye level, offering a perfect view.
My dad’s first instinct was to barge in and beat the **** out of my brother, as I could tell he was both angry at my brother and embarrassed for me, at the same time wondering if I was going to kill them both. Since my dad was my brother’s biological father – he was my step-dad – I know he was especially concerned about me attacking his son.
I told him to wait and not do anything. Shocked at my calm reaction to this startling discovery, I explained to him that the two of them had been having sex for months. I told him that I was OK with it, mainly because Cheryl really liked the way my brother’s big **** felt insider her.
I felt myself getting more and more turned on by the humiliation of it all, and continued to tell my Dad that I have a small penis and my wife needed more. The entire time I am telling him this, my heart is beating a million miles a minute, my **** is hard as a rock, and my brother is continuing to pound my wife only 15 feet away.
My dad said “this is one of the strangest things I have ever heard.” He asked me what I was going to do. I told him I was going to stay and wait for them to be finished, and then tell them the food was ready. I asked him what he was going to do.
“I think I’ll wait, too,” he said. “I want to have a talk with your brother about pulling **** like this when family is around. Anybody could have caught them, and this could have gone a lot worse if it had been one of your cousins or aunts and uncles.”
So, me and my dad stood and watched my brother – his son – **** my wife through three ******* before finally stiffening and shooting his seed into my wife’s body. I had an erection the entire time, getting turned on by the complete humiliation of it all and finally being able to see the two of them **** under a decent supply of light.
When they put their pants back on, we waited for them to come out of the barn, and my dad went up and walked with my brother while I went to talk to my wife. She apologized over and over again, finally admitting that during one of the times they had ******, my brother had let a word or two slip out and she figured out who it was.
In addition to the hotel meetings, they had gotten together a few more times without the blindfolds, ******* in our bed while I was at work. I told her she didn’t need to be sorry – I was incredibly turned on by the whole thing, and everything would be ok with my dad.
My dad never mentioned the incident again, but I’m sure he had plenty of ************ material, as we must have stood there and watched them **** for 10-to-15 minutes. It still turns me on thinking about how my step-dad watched his biological son **** his step-son’s wife, making her *** several times until he came inside her. I’m sure he also got off on the fact that his son has a bigger **** than me.
My wife and brother stopped ******* soon after the incident, afraid his wife would find out. It wouldn’t surprise me if they started up again eventually, as my wife admits that she can barely feel me during sex anymore. In the back of my mind, I worry that she’ll leave me for him, but she claims that she still thinks he’s an *******, he “just happens to be an ******* with an amazing ****.”
Oh well – I brought this all on myself, and it was a great ride while it lasted – especially for my wife.
I was delighted when finally – after 15 years of asking – she agreed to have a one-time sexual encounter with another man. She had some very specific requests, though, which I felt would make setting something up almost impossible. She wanted to do it in a hotel, she wanted the lights off, the room pitch black and both her and the guy wearing blindfolds (she did not want to be recognized), and she wanted it to be somebody I knew who was safe.
She also hinted – but didn’t specifically request – that the guy have a bigger **** than me. I was only 5 1/2 inches and fairly thin, and she said “If I’m going to **** another man, it should at least be an experience that’s dramatically different than ******* you.” I knew what she meant.
I went about trying to find a candidate. My wife knew this would be the tough thing to do, and I think in the back of her mind she probably thought I wouldn’t be able to find anybody. After all, I worked in a small office with mostly married, boring guys who I couldn’t have even imagined ******* their own wives, let alone agreeing to do mine.
The best candidate in my opinion was my younger brother. We were half brothers – different fathers – and we didn’t get along at all. But I knew he would be safe, I knew he would do it, and I was pretty sure he had a bigger **** than me. I hadn’t actually seen his **** in years, but growing up he bragged about having eight inches and one of his ex-girlfriends used to talk about how thick his **** was. My wife really didn’t like him – probably hated him – because he was always a jerk, but if it was a one-time, anonymous sexual encounter, and I could get my brother to swear to never say anything about it (he was married, and his wife would kill him if she found out), I thought he could be perfect.
I approached my brother with my idea. He was completely shocked and asked a lot of questions like “Why would you want somebody else to **** Cheryl?” I answered his questions the best I could, and he agreed to do it, on the condition that he not have to wear a condom. He said that he could never *** with a condom on, and it just wouldn’t be worth it for him if he couldn’t *** inside her. Just the thought got me rock hard! Naturally, I agreed.
My wife was shocked when I told her I had found a guy. It had been a little more than a month since she had proposed this, so I think she had figured I gave up looking for somebody. I assured her it was somebody I could guarantee was completely safe, and that the person in question agreed not to say anything, because he was married, too. Reluctantly, she said “OK. If this is what you really want, I’ll go through with it.”
We set it up for the next Friday night. I found a decent hotel, scouted out the room ahead of time to put blankets in front of the windows to ensure pitch darkness, and prepared for the event. My wife would be naked and waiting in bed, and the “guy” – my brother – would come in the room, put on his blindfold, and then guide him to the bed where he would crawl under the blankets and they would have sex. When all was finished, I was to help him out of the bed, take him to the bathroom, let him get dressed and he would leave while my wife waited quietly in bed for him to go.
That night, my brother met me in the hotel lobby at the designated time. He was nervous, but at the same time, I think he was excited about being able to **** my wife. We’d always been rivals, and I think he was enjoying the fact that he was minutes away from shooting his seed into my wife.
We got to the room, and we quietly entered the bathroom and turned on the light. I asked him to not say anything, because my wife might recognize his voice. He agreed that would be best. I stood and watched as he took off his clothes. When he took off his jeans, it was obvious that he already had an erection, and it was enormous. He was making a huge tent in his underwear, and when he slid them off, a huge, thick **** sprung out.
He caught me looking, and said “Think she’ll like it?” He was at least two inches longer than me and a lot thicker. I told him that “We’ll soon find out” if she likes it. He asked if he was bigger than me, and I told him yes, he was much bigger than me. He told me to show him.
I unzipped my pants and pulled out my erect penis. He said “My **** was bigger than that when I was 12!” I put my **** away and asked him if he was ready. He said yes. He put on the blindfold, and then I turned off the bathroom light and led him to the bed.
I knew I wouldn’t be able to see anything, so I felt my way around the room until I found a chair in the corner. I pulled my **** back out and sat down to enjoy as much of the show as I would be able to see and hear. I was thankful that the smoke alarm light and alarm clock were bright enough for me to at least see a little of the action.
Once he had crawled into bed, there wasn’t any foreplay involved. I could hear kissing, and soft moans from my wife, and then see the outline of his body position himself between her legs. He thrusted his *** a couple times, and my wife was making little grunt noises. My guess was that he was trying to push it in, something my wife confirmed later.
He must have finally made progress, because my wife said “oh gawd” and his thrusts became deeper. He was finally inside her, and was now ******* her with long, deep strokes. My wife was moaning, and kept saying “oh my gawd” and “this feels unbelievable” and things like that as he ****** her. Within minutes, she had her first ******. She had never *** that fast with me. Not only that, but she was louder – literally screaming – than I had ever heard her.
Usually, she **** once and is done. This time, however, she seemed to continue to really be into it. Her moans continued, picked up and she came again. This was the first time she had ever had multiple *******.
My brother continued to methodically **** her, never changing positions but occasionally changing the pace, alternating between slow and deep and quick bursts. He’d really pick up the pace when he knew she was going to ***, and then go real slow and deep while she was in the midst of *******. And *** she did – over and over again. I had never seen anything like it.
I had been ************ furiously the entire time, and shot my *** after her fourth ******. At that point, I started to feel weird inside, like this was something that was wrong and I shouldn’t have talked her into it. I guess the guilt took over, and the reality that my wife was getting the **** of her life from my younger brother really started to sink in.
After about 45 minutes, my brother stiffened and came inside my wife. My wife told me later that he felt like a fire hose shooting off inside her, she could feel his **** pulse and the jets of *** hitting the inside of her body. This set her off on her final ****** of the night, and she came hard, arching her back and hitting her head on the padding behind the bed. I don’t know what number ****** that was – I had stopped counting after the guilt set it – but she thinks it was her sixth.
He continued to lie on top of her for about five minutes after. When he finally moved off of her, he walked straight to the bathroom and turned on the light. I soon followed.
I walked in and he smiled at me and said “How was that?” I told him he was great, and that Cheryl really seemed to enjoy herself. He said “That was the tightest ***** I’ve ever ****** – must be from ******* your little **** all these years” and laughed. I just stood there and told him to hurry up.
When he left, I turned on the light and went to see how she was doing. She gave me a big kiss on the lips and said “Thank you – that was the most amazing experience of my life.” I asked and received all the details from her, and she told me how he was so big, it took him a while to finally get it in. When he did get it in, she said she felt “completely full” and couldn’t believe all the tingly sensations going through her body.
I asked her how I compared to him, and she said “there’s just no comparison honey. It’s not your fault – he has a bigger **** than you and it just feels better. I’ve never felt so much pleasure before. It was amazing.”
She begged me to let her **** the “hung stranger’ again, so I set it up for them to meet about once a month over the next several months, always under the same conditions and veil of secrecy. Each time was like the first, with my wife having several *******, my brother ******* inside her, and him sneaking out of the dark hotel room after making comments about how my wife had finally had a real **** and his **** had replaced my little one.
I honestly thought my wife didn’t know who it was ******* her, but I found out that she did know – or at least figured it out at some point – in the most surprising and humiliating way.
My entire family had gathered at my grandparents’ farm for a reunion. As it was announced that it was time to eat, I realized Cheryl was nowhere to be found. I decided to go look for her, thinking that she was probably just walking around the barn out back or chasing kittens around the garage.
My father decided to come along, just so he could bullshit with me as we looked for her. When we got to about within 20 feet of the barn, we could hear something going on inside of it. It just sounded like a soft moan and boards moving around. At that moment, I must have turned white because I put two-and-two together and thought “I hope that’s not what I think it is.”
As we got to the barn, we slowly opened a side door (a separate part of the barn where cows are led in for milking) and walked in. As we peered around the corner at what was making the noise, there they were: my brother, his pants pulled down around his ankles, on top of my wife – her pants pulled completely off – ******* like there was no tomorrow. My wife was on her back on top of a blanket, on top of about a 10-foot stack of hay bails that went across the inside of the main barn area, so they’re action was just above eye level, offering a perfect view.
My dad’s first instinct was to barge in and beat the **** out of my brother, as I could tell he was both angry at my brother and embarrassed for me, at the same time wondering if I was going to kill them both. Since my dad was my brother’s biological father – he was my step-dad – I know he was especially concerned about me attacking his son.
I told him to wait and not do anything. Shocked at my calm reaction to this startling discovery, I explained to him that the two of them had been having sex for months. I told him that I was OK with it, mainly because Cheryl really liked the way my brother’s big **** felt insider her.
I felt myself getting more and more turned on by the humiliation of it all, and continued to tell my Dad that I have a small penis and my wife needed more. The entire time I am telling him this, my heart is beating a million miles a minute, my **** is hard as a rock, and my brother is continuing to pound my wife only 15 feet away.
My dad said “this is one of the strangest things I have ever heard.” He asked me what I was going to do. I told him I was going to stay and wait for them to be finished, and then tell them the food was ready. I asked him what he was going to do.
“I think I’ll wait, too,” he said. “I want to have a talk with your brother about pulling **** like this when family is around. Anybody could have caught them, and this could have gone a lot worse if it had been one of your cousins or aunts and uncles.”
So, me and my dad stood and watched my brother – his son – **** my wife through three ******* before finally stiffening and shooting his seed into my wife’s body. I had an erection the entire time, getting turned on by the complete humiliation of it all and finally being able to see the two of them **** under a decent supply of light.
When they put their pants back on, we waited for them to come out of the barn, and my dad went up and walked with my brother while I went to talk to my wife. She apologized over and over again, finally admitting that during one of the times they had ******, my brother had let a word or two slip out and she figured out who it was.
In addition to the hotel meetings, they had gotten together a few more times without the blindfolds, ******* in our bed while I was at work. I told her she didn’t need to be sorry – I was incredibly turned on by the whole thing, and everything would be ok with my dad.
My dad never mentioned the incident again, but I’m sure he had plenty of ************ material, as we must have stood there and watched them **** for 10-to-15 minutes. It still turns me on thinking about how my step-dad watched his biological son **** his step-son’s wife, making her *** several times until he came inside her. I’m sure he also got off on the fact that his son has a bigger **** than me.
My wife and brother stopped ******* soon after the incident, afraid his wife would find out. It wouldn’t surprise me if they started up again eventually, as my wife admits that she can barely feel me during sex anymore. In the back of my mind, I worry that she’ll leave me for him, but she claims that she still thinks he’s an *******, he “just happens to be an ******* with an amazing ****.”
Oh well – I brought this all on myself, and it was a great ride while it lasted – especially for my wife.
By:
mikey71
Age:
36-40
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Male
