Jessica's Update

[Jessica_r]

First off, I’d like to thank everyone for the warm reception and all the great encouragement. It really does mean a lot to me that people would actually care about my life (or at least the small, erotic part of it). I’ve gotten a lot of requests to go over my past in the “hot wife lifestyle.” I’m really not sure how in depth to go. I’d really hate to bore people, but I guess no one is being forced to read my posts with a gun to their head… In any event, there is one tale I would like to relate, because there is a recent development related to it, which is coming about.
A few years back, my husband and I had our first threesome, and then a second… and a third… and then we did our first true “hot wife” activity. I picked up a guy at a club and my husband secretly watched from a closet in the hotel room as I gave a stranger a blowjob. After that we had a night where we met an acquaintance of my husband’s and my husband watched us have sex. I guess this was the progression we had as we transitioned into the “hot wife” arena. I’d like to say there was a single plunge, but we sort of waded in, testing the waters. Some of you might remember a somewhat interesting escapade that occurred during a family get-together. We had gone to visit my husband’s family a few Thanksgivings back, our first Thanksgiving since “expanding” our sex life. I’ll try to relate what happened there a bit…
My husband Mark is the second of five children. The youngest is his baby brother, whom I will refer to as “Tim.” Tim is almost 10 years younger than Mark. So, we were enjoying our time visiting with his family, when I started to notice that Tim was checking me out. The next day, I noticed it again. No one else seemed to catch it, so I let it go. I honestly thought that I just had sex on the brain too much from all of our “activities.” My husband and I were getting into bed for the night when he asked if I was enjoying all the attention that Tim had been giving me. We talked about it for a bit and I had to admit that having a college boy checking me out was pretty flattering. As we were making out, he asked me if I would mind playing it up a bit the next day. I said I would if he was sure that he was okay with it. I reminded him that this was his brother after all. Mark replied by kissing me, pushing back onto the bed and making love to me. About halfway through, Mark started talking about having wanted me for so long, that “Mark was so lucky to have me.” I realized he was role-playing Tim. I closed my eyes and went along with it, imagining my brother-in-law. When it was over, Mark asked me if I was okay with what just happened. I admitted that I had liked it, but felt a bit strange about it at the same time. I was starting to feel that this was getting way too close to home. Eventually we realized that we were talking in circles and needed to get some sleep.
The next day was a bit awkward at first. Thoughts and feelings from the night before kept jumping into my head every time I saw Tim. I was pretty sure that our sexual tension was lost on everyone but Mark. He was just as on-edge as I was, but we were both enjoying it. Mark kept putting us near each other in different ways. He’d ask Tim to take something to me if he got up, or he’d invent something for Tim to help me with. At the time, I was 27 and Tim was just 19. I’ll admit I’m not exactly old, but he just seemed so young and innocent to me. I felt a little dirty when I stole my glances at him. Now, while it felt a bit chilly, Florida isn’t exactly cold in November. So, Mark and his older brother got the hot tub up and running. He talked a good game to his family, but I knew the real reason for his sudden interest in the hot tub. He wanted me in a bikini in front of Tim. Now, I hadn’t brought one, so I had to borrow one from the only other girl near my age, Mark’s sister (the older one, we’re the same age, the younger sister hadn’t made it). Now, she’s a little smaller than I am, so it was a bit of a squeeze to get everything where it was supposed to go to get covered up. Eventually we found a bikini in her closet that covered up enough to pass as acceptable around the family, but just barely. Tim’s eyes were glued to me the whole afternoon. At one point, I saw him avert his eyes as I glanced his way and I suspected from his body language that he was hiding an erection. He was hard from looking at me. I started to get wet. It was sooo hard to carry on regular conversation like this.
That night we had wine at dinner. It seemed to help my nerves. Almost a bit too much, actually. That night as Mark and I got in bed, we started to kiss. As his hands explored my body, I asked for Tim to fuck me. Mark was on me in a flash. We were quite fortunate to be in a hotel as I was quite loud that night. After I’d had three orgasms (my best recollection) Mark pulled out of me and came in my mouth. I got the message that he’d been watching me and his brother all day as there was quite a load that shot into my mouth. We were settling down to sleep when Mark reached around me and started to rub my clit. He whispered in my ear that, before we left, I was going to fuck Tim. I had my eyes shut tight, imagining Tim next to me. I wanted his 19 year old cock inside me so badly. I started to grind my hips onto Marks hand. Soon he was in me again. I came twice more, the second time as “Tim” came inside me. As he rolled onto his back, I followed his body over to lovingly finish him off and clean his cock with my mouth. Mark stroked my hair as my head bobbed up and down on his cock. Then he told me that he knew Tim was going to have the time of his life.
The next day was Thanksgiving. All three of us tried our best to keep things pretty straight-laced for the family day. Again that night, I had sex with Mark playing it as “Tim.” We had sex in two rounds again. I couldn’t keep this up much longer. I was getting desperate to actually do this. I don’t think I opened my eyes once that night. I just wanted that picture of Tim to be there in my mind. Friday was much more relaxed. Half the family headed out in the morning to go back to their own homes around the country. Tim lived there, so he hadn’t left. Mark and I were leaving Saturday. There was a late round of catching up and family gossip going on after dinner. There was a lot of wine and beer being consumed. At one point, Mark had his idea and whispered it to me in the kitchen. I watered down my next two (large) glasses of wine. Mark headed out to pick up some things I’d been asking for at the store before we left (subtle, huh?). I played up my intoxication with my diluted wine. Soon, people were turning in. Then I made my move. I clumsily brushed into Tim, asking me if he’d take me back to my hotel, as I wasn’t feeling well. My sister-in-law asked me to just lie on the couch until Mark got back, but I told her that I was a bit embarrassed about getting drunk in front of the family. She understood my point and told Tim that he should get me to my hotel room.
Once we were in the room, I thanked Tim and then started to fumble with the window, complaining that it was too hot in the room. From Tim’s perspective I was totally hammered. I couldn’t even open the window. He came over and opened it for me, as I practically fell on him. He held me up (causing me to push my chest against him). I thanked him again and kissed him on the cheek, missing a bit, as I grazed the corner of his mouth. I made myself wobble again, placing my hand on his waist to steady myself. I wandered over to the bed and sat down to catch my breath. Tim came over and sat next to me. He asked if I was alright. I told him that I’d had way too much to drink at the house and was a bit out of it. I squeezed his hand and thanked him again for getting me to my room. I could see the panic in his eyes as he looked at me. He wanted me. It was there, just under the surface. I told him how much I appreciated how sweet he always was to me. He blushed a bit. I kissed him on the cheek again. Instead of pulling back all the way, I kept close and moved my head just a bit, to put my lips just in front of his. I closed my eyes and leaned forward ever so slightly. I knew my husband was watching from the window, as we were on the ground floor. I was excited to know that he watched as his baby brother kissed me. We had a second, and then a third kiss. I parted my lips and his tongue found mine. He was inexperienced but very eager. Our clothes started to come off. I almost came from having him suck on my nipples alone. He found me to be soaking wet as he slid his hand under my skirt.
Before I knew it, my panties were off, my skirt bunched up around my waist. Tim was naked and climbing on top of me. His beautiful 19 year old cock slid inside into me. He was having trouble keeping a steady rhythm. As he kissed me, I rolled him over onto his back and rode his cock. In no time, we were cumming together. As my high was just coming down, I realized that I was in a bad situation here. This was going to be a problem if I was this sober. I lay my head on his chest and squeezed his cock inside me, rolling my hips. I closed my eyes and just lightly panted. I kept Tim hard. Soon he was thrusting up into me. I started to do my best to “pass out.” As much as I wanted to enjoy this, it was more about covering my tracks now. I focused on any thought except sex and Tim was on top of me, pounding away. After a while, he came again. I almost laughed as he took my “unconscious” body and changed me into my night shirt and tucked me in. As Tim slipped out, I went to the window and looked for Mark. He wasn’t there. I started to panic that something had gone wrong. Having him watch was at least have the excitement. Where was he? After about 20 minutes, Mark came into the room. He told me that he’d seen everything, but he needed to beat Tim back to the house because that was his cover.
Mark asked if I had liked it. I kissed him and told him I had. I asked him if he was okay with it. Mark kissed me, picked me up and carried me to the bed. We began a long, leisurely fuck. We both got hot knowing that Tim’s cum was inside me. Mark started to speed up and began talking dirty to me. He asked me if I liked sleeping with his little brother. “Yes.” Was he a good fuck? “Yes, he was good.” I was getting very hot now, enjoying my wonderful husband and imagining his younger brother at the same time. Did you like his cock? “His cock felt so good in me. I loved feeling him cum.” Who do you belong to? “I’m all yours Mark. Please fuck me and make me cum. Please…” Mark did me hard and fast, pushing me over the edge. I came very hard. He kept going. I started to beg for more through my panting breath. Mark pulled out, and flipped me over. He entered me from behind and grabbed hold of my waist. I got the hardest, fastest fuck that Mark had ever given me until that night just then. I came twice more as he slammed into me, my head buried in a pillow, screaming for more.
Mark slowed and pulled out, while rubbing my back. I was thinking that he’d want me to suck him off. Instead, he told me that just to make sure that I was still all his he’d need some convincing. Mark held my hips still with one hand flat on the small of my back, while he placed his cock at my ass and started to slide it in. I pushed myself up onto all fours and started to push back into him. I looked back at my husband and for the first time ever I actually asked for anal sex. “I love you, Mark. I’m all yours. Please fuck my ass.” Mark placed his hands on my shoulders and slid the rest of the way inside me. After a few minutes he came inside my ass. We both slid down onto the bed. Mark held me as we went to sleep. We didn’t even bother to get ourselves cleaned up.
The next day, I practiced how I would act al morning getting ready in the hotel. I should get an award for how I greeted Tim at lunch. I could tell he was terrified. I thanked him again for getting me to my room and said it couldn’t be easy to deal with a dead weight like that. He seemed quiet relieve that I didn’t seem to remember anything and acted just as I always had around him. Deep inside I felt bad and wanted to tell him that he was a great lay. But, it was for the best to not mention anything.
So, back up to the present day; Mark told me the other night that his brother Tim was going to visit soon. Also, for the last three days of his visit, Mark will be out of town on business. We’re talking about giving Tim a better situation this time around.

Love to all,
Jess

[killahurtz]

God your stories make my dick so hard.

Awesome!

[Dager]

Wonderful story…I loved it all.

My brother is seven years younger than I and my sexy wife started teasing him whenever they were alone once he started collage. I asked her to break him in, which she eventually did. I think it was actually a graduation present. To this day I don’t believe he knows I know what they did together.

Thanks again for sharing.

[noreaster]

I've posted before how my brother was a regular for my wife for awhile. She still considers his cock the best she's had.

[sdbuffalo]

Hot story J!

Thank you.

[cthubby]

what better FB than a brother?