I couldn’t hold back. I burst in, cock out, rock-hard. Lauren’s eyes widened, but she didn’t stop. I knelt behind her, sliding four fingers into her soaked pussy, fucking her hard, scooping out Nathan’s cum and bringing it to her lips. She sucked my fingers, then kissed Nathan, their tongues swapping his cum in a sloppy, hungry dance. I spanked her ass, the crack echoing, and lined up my cock, plunging into her in one brutal thrust. She screamed into Nathan’s mouth, her body shaking as I fucked her, my balls slapping her clit. She broke the kiss, turned, and resumed sucking Nathan, her moans muffled as she deep-throated him, her hand pumping his shaft. The sight — my wife stuffed with cum, sucking my brother while I pounded her — was unreal. I grabbed her hips, fucking her harder, the wet squelch of her pussy driving me wild.

She pulled off Nathan’s cock, gasping, “I’m coming, fuck, don’t stop!” Her body convulsed, her pussy clamping down as she came, screaming, wave after wave hitting her. I kept going, relentless, until I roared, unloading deep inside her, my cum mixing with Nathan’s. I pulled out, grabbed her hair, and shoved my cock in her mouth. “Clean it,” I growled. She sucked me eagerly, licking every inch, then went back to Nathan, sucking him with renewed hunger. “Make him come, you perfect slut,” I said, stepping back. “I’ll be downstairs.”

When she joined me, I pulled her close, kissing her deeply, tasting cum on her lips. I sucked her nipples, biting gently, then pushed her to the couch for a 69. I buried my face in her pussy, lapping at her clit, sucking out the mix of cum, savoring the musky taste. I smeared some on her asshole, working two fingers inside, stretching her. I flipped her to all fours, spit on her hole, and slid my cock into her ass, slow at first, letting her adjust, then picking up speed until I was fucking her deep, her moans shaking the room. I reached around, rubbing her clit, and she came again, her ass tightening around me. I followed, filling her with cum, collapsing beside her.

From then on, Lauren had two cocks to satisfy her — mine and Nathan’s. I made her promise: every night, we’d fuck, and her pussy would be dripping when I got home.

That weekend, I confronted Nathan. “So, you fucked my wife. That was the plan, wasn’t it?” He nodded, smirking. “Yup. But we’re square now — you were banging my wife back in the day.” I frowned. “This was payback?” He shook his head. “No way. Lauren’s stunning, and I’m hooked. Same deal with you and my wife, right? You couldn’t resist her.” I sighed, “Yeah, I was in love with her. Always will be.”

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