A Wife’s Wild Ride with Two Men

We’ve been married for nine years, Lauren, 33, and me, 35. Our chemistry is electric, especially between the sheets. She’s a pediatrician, 5’8”, with shoulder-length chestnut hair, a fit 34C chest with nipples that always seem to stand at attention, and a toned, curvy backside that gets whispers at the gym.

My older brother, Nathan, 43, a widower, suffered a mild stroke and moved into our suburban house for his recovery. A home health aide tends to him in the mornings, and Lauren gets back from her clinic around 3 p.m. to take over his care. I’m a history professor at the local college, sometimes home by 7 p.m., other nights not until 9 or 10.

Nathan’s stay was smooth at first. He’d jokingly complain that Lauren was a drill sergeant, banning sweets from his lunch due to his borderline high blood sugar. She’d fire back with a grin, “Nate, you’re on my watch now. Stick to your diet, take your pills, and maybe I’ll sneak you a cookie one day. Quit whining.”

Nathan’s evening routine included a shower around 6 p.m., with Lauren nearby to ensure he didn’t slip or strain himself. He’d be in his briefs, and I figured she was in her usual athleisure — leggings and a tank top — helping him maneuver. Nathan’s always been a charmer with wandering hands. I could picture him “accidentally” brushing against her hips or chest, playing it off with a sheepish grin.

One evening, Lauren shared a story over dinner. “So, I was in yoga pants helping Nate with his shower, and he straight-up slid his hand up my thigh, grazing my… you know. He was clearly hard. I won’t lie, seeing him like that, wondering what he’s got going on, it got me a little hot. I snapped at him, told him to cut it out, and he just chuckled, ‘My bad, Lauren, you’re just too damn fine.’” I raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Oh, I see Nate’s game. He’s trying to get in his sister-in-law’s pants. Question is, you thinking about letting him?” She swatted my arm, laughing, “You’re out of your mind!”

That night, our bedroom turned into a furnace. Lauren was insatiable, like a switch had flipped. She straddled me, her nails digging into my chest as she ground against me, her breath hot against my neck. She slid down, taking my cock in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head before she deep-throated me, her lips tight, sucking hard. She didn’t stop, even after I came, swallowing and licking me clean, her eyes wild. The thought of Nathan’s boldness had us both wired. I flipped her over, spread her legs, and fucked her hard, her moans echoing as she clawed the sheets, begging, “Harder, give it to me.” I pulled her hair, slamming into her, her pussy clenching as she came, shuddering. I flipped her to her stomach, spread her cheeks, and teased her tight asshole with my tongue, then lubed her with her own juices. I eased into her ass, inch by inch, until I was buried deep, fucking her slow, then fast, her gasps turning to screams as I filled her up. She turned, sucked me clean, and collapsed, panting.

Breathless, she murmured, “Nate’s probably packing like you, babe. I love your thick eight inches. Wonder what he’s working with.” I grinned, “Guess you’ll have to investigate. Report back.”

One night, I got home around 8:45 p.m., easing the front door open to avoid creaking. The house was quiet, but a soft glow spilled from Nathan’s room, the door cracked open. Low moans and heavy breathing hit my ears. I crept closer, heart pounding, and peered inside, my jaw dropping.

Lauren was stark naked, on her knees over Nathan, her mouth working his cock like she was starving for it. Her lips stretched around his thick shaft, saliva glistening as she bobbed, taking him deep, then pulling back to flick her tongue over the swollen tip. She’d moan, pop him out, and run her lips down the side, sucking his balls before diving back to swallow him whole. “Fuck, Nate, your cock’s so good, just like my husband’s, and it tastes like heaven,” she purred. Nathan groaned, his hips bucking, one hand tangled in her hair, guiding her as he fucked her mouth, his cock disappearing until her nose pressed against his pubes. She gagged, eyes watering, but kept sucking, relentless. Suddenly, he tensed, grunting, and unleashed a flood of cum. Her throat worked, swallowing every drop, and she licked her lips, smirking, “God, your cum’s so sweet, brother-in-law.”

But she wasn’t done. She kept sucking, slow and deliberate, keeping him hard, her hand stroking the base while her tongue teased the tip. My cock was throbbing, straining against my jeans, and I was stroking myself through the fabric, mesmerized.

Then Lauren climbed onto him, straddling his hips. She grabbed his cock, rubbing it against her dripping slit, coating the head with her juices before sinking down, inch by inch, until he was buried inside her. She gasped, her head thrown back, breasts bouncing as she rode him, her hips grinding in a slow, sensual rhythm that quickened to a frantic pace. Each thrust made a wet, slapping sound as his cock filled her, his balls smacking her ass. “Fuck me, Nate, make me come,” she moaned, her fingers rubbing her clit in tight circles. Nathan growled, “I’m close,” and she pleaded, “Hold on, I need it!” But he couldn’t, erupting inside her, his cum spilling out as she kept riding, her pussy glistening with his load. She hadn’t climaxed, so she slid off, got back on her knees, and resumed sucking, her lips smeared with cum, keeping him hard. Her pussy was a mess, dripping onto the sheets.