Date: Sat, 1 Jul 2017 13:27:41 +0000 (UTC) From: Jon Royale Subject: HIS BROTHER'S WIFE HIS BROTHER'S WIFE by Jon Royale copyright by author 2017 The following is a fictitious story depicting graphic sexual relations between consenting adults. It is meant for a mature audience. She was the most desirable woman he had ever laid eyes upon. The fairest of them all, as they wrote in children's fables. But, in his estimation Snow White, Cinderella and all others fell far short of her innate beauty. The face of an angel, delicately featured, required little-to-no embellishing, affording her a wholesome girl-next-door appearance. On those rare occasions she applied beauty products, a tasteful touch of eye liner, mascara and the other things he knew little about, she was transformed into a cover girl knockout. Either way he was hopelessly smitten by her. He yearned to run his hands through the long, silky auburn hair which shimmered in the sun light, gaze forever into her soft, sparkling blue eyes, and press his mouth against her tempting heart-shaped lips. He often fantasized cupping her small, pert breasts in his palms, running those hands along her petite frame, taking hold of her nicely firm buttocks and pressing her body into his. He loved when her sweet, warm breath washed over him, arousing him, the sound of her soft feminine voice and her light lilting laughter. As a revered, eighteen-year-old high school jock he'd already had a decent amount of pussy, sampling his way through most of the cheerleading squad. A handsome boy with impressive teen musculature and a winning personality, he was considered quite the catch. But none other was worthy of more than a dalliance, not when she was foremost in his thoughts. Finding it increasingly difficult to harbor his rampant emotions, or conceal the effect her presence had on his teen crotch, he released his frustration with nightly masturbatory sessions, pounding his pud in the privacy of his sport throphy bedroom while images of making love with her played like a film in his fevered mind. She was his everything. She was also the girl he could never have. She was his brother's wife. Almost from the moment older brother Gary brought her home and announced his intentions Mark Williams had been captivated by the future bride. His "puppy love" failed to go unnoticed by Corrine, who found it cute that the then twelve-year-old boy was so completely enchanted. At first oblivious to the obvious, Gary was amused by Marky's apparent crush on his wife. As the lad matured and his testosterone ran rampant Gary sponsored brotherly conversations with Mark, assuring him that his emotions weren't unusual. Mark feigned denial but his guilty nervousness and tell-tale blush when in the company of Corrine gave him away. Mark worked out his frustrations on an array of high school cuties, each all too willing to experience pleasures of the flesh with the popular, good-looking athlete. But for him all their faces, all their yielding teen bodies, became Corrine. Most praised his prowess, unaware they weren't really his true stimulant. Mark made love to them as though they were the true object of his affection, but there just was no fucking his brother's wife out of his mind. It was in the later part of that summer that events took a decided turn. Freshly graduated from high school and a few short weeks from departing for college on the opposite coast, Mark was surprised by an after-work visit from his big brother. Placing an affectionate hand on the back of the teen's stocky neck Gary led him out of their childhood home, suggesting a stroll in the park at the end of the street. The day was warm and pleasant. Both were dressed in shorts and t's, Mark's a tank. The Williams boys were solidly built, with thick arms and legs and admirable definition. They found a private spot under a shading tree and sat back against the trunk, rounded shoulders grazing against each other. "So you're going to be leaving us soon, eh bro?" Gary spoke in his deep, masculine voice. "Couple of weeks," Mark responded in his matching baritone. "Already pretty much packed up." "Proud of you, kid," Gary smiled his way, slung an arm over Mark's shoulder and gave him a brotherly squeeze. "College is where I met Corrine, you know. Hard to believe that was over eight years ago." Mark noticeably stiffened at the mention of his sister-in-law. "E-eight? Really? Th-that long?" "Sure," Gary went on, his brow wrinkling quizzically at Mark's reaction. "We hooked up in our third year. Been married for six already." He paused, then, "What's up with you, Marky? You're really going to miss her, aren't you?" Mark's eyes widened and he shot his brother a look. "No more than you, big brother," he managed. Gary's hand massaged the knots of muscles at the base of Mark's neck. "Bro, come on. Both Cor and me know you've had the hots for her from the start." When Mark began to balk he went on, "Don't even try to deny it, Marky. It's so obvious. We've had this conversation before, bro, and I've told you its okay. We like who we like, right?" Perplexed by the conversation Mark offered a simple, "Right. I guess." "Thing is, Marky," Gary went on, hooking his arm around his brother's neck and letting it dangle down over his shoulder, "you look at Cor through, what do they call it, rose colored glasses. You see her as you want to see her. Sure, she's all that. But there's things about her you don't know." Mark swallowed hard. "Things? Like what?" "Things like," whispering then conspiratorially into his baby brother's ear, "she's hot in bed. I mean, real hot." Mark fidgeted uncomfortably. "I-I don't know you should be talking to me about such things," he stammered. "Oh c'mon, bro," Gary countered, playfully punching one fist against Mark's big healthy bicep. "Don't even try to tell me you haven't thought about her. Thought about what it would be like to be in my place, in our bed with her." Mark's big muscled body became rigid. "But, she's YOUR wife." "And she's a fuckin' tigress," Gary gushed excitedly. "You look at her and you see this wholesome, sweet country girl. And, sure, she's that. But, sexually, she's an animal. Real adventurous. Cripes, bro, sometimes I have a hard time keeping up with her appetite." "N-no shit?" Mark managed. "Yeah," Gary went on excitedly, his brown eyes gleaming. "In fact, the other night---and this is between you and me, confidentially---she had her friend Lorna over. Damn, bro, I fucked them both while one was eating out the other. It was a total mind fuck!" Mark choked. "Really? No way! Corrine wouldn't----" "You would think she wouldn't. But she does. I'm one lucky man to have her as my bride. Little dude, she's the whole package!" Mark swallowed hard, trying to process what he'd just been told. Corrine had always seemed so sweet, almost innocent. It was difficult for him to accept Gary's words. Had he been looking at her through those proverbial glasses all this time? Somehow it made him feel a bit sick in the stomach, yet he felt his cock swelling at his brother's shocking disclosure. "Marky, why don't you, you know, come over tonight. Find out for yourself," Gary said in a low, conspiratorial voice. "ME?" Mark's eyes shot wide open as he jerked his head to look directly into his brother's face. "Sure. Me and Corrine have been talking about you. Like I said before, we both know how you feel about her, how you've always felt about her. And Corrine's got his, I don't know what you call it, fetish. She wants to experiment with two guys." Gary clucked his tongue. "I don't know. I don't think I could handle watching another man make it with my wife. But, if it was you, my baby brother---" "Gary, do you know what you're saying?" There was a look of shock on Mark's handsome face. "C'mon Marky, you know you've wanted to. From the way you look at her sometimes I can tell you've thought about it. Probably jerked off a number of times thinking about what it would be like. Well, now's your chance. What do you say, bro?" "Corrine? She--she wants me?" It was almost unfathomable. All these years, from puberty to near adulthood, he'd hungered for her. He'd even imagined himself her husband instead of Gary, placing his older brother entirely out of the equation at times. It seemed incomprehensible that he now was being offered the chance he'd dreamed of for such an excruciatingly long time. "Sure, bro," Gary was saying. "Just take a look at you. You've grown into a hot little hunk. And she's always liked you, as my baby brother I mean. And we all know you like her. So?" Mark nervously chewed on his lower lip and, after a moment of indecision, surprised even himself by saying, "Okay." A smile widened across Gary's handsome face. Hugging Mark tightly once again he said, "Tonight. Say about eight?" His mouth gone dry Mark merely nodded his head. This night his hopes would finally be realized. This night he would make sweet passionate teenage love to the woman of his dreams. Mark was full of nervous anticipation when he pulled his car, an eighteenth birthday gift from the folks, onto Gary's block across town. So tensed up was he that the boy slowly drove around the block several times before pulling into his brother's driveway. Even then, he sat several minutes behind the wheel feeling edgy. Even with the air conditioning blowing at full blast he was coated in a sheen of moist perspiration. He had gone to great efforts to shower, shave and select just the right pair of jeans, polo shirt and cologne. Although he'd been with several girls in the past few years the boy felt as though he was on his first date. Finally exiting the car he managed to make it to the front door on legs which felt like rubber. Taking a deep breath he pressed a thick finger to the door chime. Even though it was his brother's home it seemed like the thing to do. In a few short moments the door was pulled inward and there she stood. Mark gasped, having expected his brother to be the one to greet him. She smiled sweetly, inviting him in and offered him a sisterly hug. It was as if nothing untoward was about to happen. As he stood there in the entry way not sure what to say Gary came up from behind his wife and wrapped the muscular boy in his big arms. It was like every other time he had come calling. Mark began to suspect it was all a put on. Had his big brother played a cruel trick, playing on his obvious affectation for Corrine? Was it just a "set up" to see if Mark would really take the bait? Mark was ushered into the family room where Gary poured wine for all. The teen always appreciated his brother trusting him with a bit of alcoholic embellishment. Polite conversation ensued, mostly about Mark's future at college. Between the talk and intoxicating wine Mark began to relax. Before long Gary was pouring him a second glass. Mark fought to keep his eyes from Corrine but was unable to control himself. She looked so beautiful seated there next to Gary in her spaghetti strap halter top and short jean skirt. Her legs were long and luscious, her feet appearing delicate in a pair of sandals, the nails a shade of pale pink. Her light, lilting laugh was an aphrodisiac and Mark was forced to avert his eyes on several occasions so as to avoid the blush he felt rising from his collar. Before long Corrine excused herself with Mark's gaze following her every step out of the room. Gary was going on about something or other but Mark found it difficult to concentrate on his words. After a short passage of time Gary rose and beckoned his brother to follow him. Assuming they were going to check out Gary's ongoing renovations in the basement (wasn't that what he was talking about?) Mark was surprised when directed to the upper stairway. Gary allowed Mark to take the lead, following closely behind. At the top he placed a big, comforting hand on Mark's shoulder and led him toward the open door leading into the master bedroom. Mark halted in his tracks dumbfounded when he stepped into the room. The interior was illuminated by a multitude of candles, their flame flickering seductively in the boudoir. Kneeling in the center of the queen-sized bed and sitting back on her ankles was Corrine, clad only in a flimsy transparent wisp of a nightgown. She was looking at Mark through heavy-lidded, sexy eyes. A thin smile played about the corners of her lips. Her long silky hair cascaded over her shoulders, the ends playing about the contours of her pert breasts, visible under the material of her gown. She raised a hand to beckon him forward. A gentle nudge from Gary prompted Mark to uproot himself. Stepping forward timidly he managed to reach the foot of the bed without falling over himself. Corrine reached out one bare arm and Mark found himself responding in kind. The tips of their fingers hooked together and she was gently pulling him toward her. Mark breathlessly climbed onto the bed and knelt before her. Corrine brushed the side of his face with the back of her hand and smiled, "Don't be afraid, Mark. I know you want this. As do I." As her lips planted soft little kisses on his thick neck Mark's head fell back on his shoulders, his eyes fluttering dreamily upward in their sockets. She covered his trembling hands with hers and maneuvered them around to rest on her firm buttocks. Mark sighed deeply as he caressed her fine derriere. Corrine moved her body against his and brushed his mouth with hers. Their lips parted and she slipped her tongue into his mouth. Mark moaned as his muscle met hers. They kissed tenderly at first and then, as Mark became lost in the ecstasy of the moment, more aggressively. Mark was barely aware that Gary was behind him, lifting his polo shirt. Mark hardly wanted to separate his lips from Corrine's to allow his brother to remove the garment. As their lips continued to swim over each other Corrine's hands explored Mark's bare-to-the-waist torso and muscular back. And then Corrine was falling over onto her bed, pulling Mark along with her. She looked so beautiful, so desirable there with her long hair fanned out against the pale pillow casing. Her breasts were thrust up against the translucent bodice of her seductive gown. Mark tentatively reached forward to cup one in his trembling hand as he lay there at her side. Corrine fiddled with the tie string and pulled the folds of the gown apart, allowing him access to her femininity. Mark accepted the invitation, reaching inside to place flesh on flesh, gently fondling her pert tit. She placed a hand on the back of his head and pulled him to her again, kissing even more passionately now as he explored her flesh. Mark felt movement on the mattress and eyed Gary joining them in the bed, taking his place on the other side of his wife. Gary had relieved himself of all his clothing, save his black boxer briefs. He was on one elbow, curiously observing his wife and brother make out in his own marriage bed. Then his hand was cupping Corrine's jaw, turning her head to face him and forcing her lips to part from Marks. Gary crushed his mouth against Corrine and hungrily took possession of her. Mark watched, almost jealously, until Gary abruptly broke the kiss. Once again Corrine turned to face Mark and lock lips with her brother-in-law. As his tongue slithered inside her warm, succulent mouth Mark couldn't help but consider the somewhat disturbing fact that his brother's lips had just been on the mouth he was now possessing. Gary worked to peel aside the thin material of his wife's almost-there gown and completely exposed her breasts. While Mark continued to gently squeeze and caress one mammary, he went to work on the other. Bringing his face down to the sassy swell Gary planted one kiss on the teat, then began flicking his tongue along the outer rim of the dark areola, just the way he knew she liked it. Corrine's prone body noticeably squirmed and she moaned softly into Mark's mouth. From the corner of his eye Mark observed his brother's action and quickly decided he wanted some tit for himself. Dragging his lips away from hers he went down on the opposite breast, eyes trained on Gary and imitating his technique. With the brothers licking and sucking on her breasts Corrine sizzled like a strip of bacon in a hot greased pan, her trim body undulating sexily on the bed coverings. Gary took Mark's hand and guided him down to the juncture of Corrine's shapely legs. Mark's breath caught in his throat as he rested his palm upon her smooth, hairless mound. He was actually touching his Goddess' pussy! Corrine pressed her head back into the fluffy pillow with a sigh and lifted her pelvis up against Mark's hand. Mark responded by sliding his thick middle finger between the folds of her moist vagina. Corrine heatedly rode the digit as Mark slowly and seductively finger fucked her. One, then two, fingers glided along the soft tissue of her most secret place. Corrine moaned deeply when her hunky brother-in-law found her love button, grinding more feverishly against his working hand as he focused primarily upon it. Lapping around her dark areola and sucking on her hardened nipple Mark suddenly felt a hand on the back of his neck. It was Gary, urging him downward. Quickly taking the hint Mark licked and kissed a trail down her taut torso, over her shaved pubis and brought his face to her succulent snatch. He inhaled the intoxicatingly sweet aroma of her womanhood, gazed wondrously at her pouting pussy lips and spread them open until he saw the awesomely erect clit. Lolling out his tongue Mark tapped the blunt tip against the glorious nub, eliciting yet another moan from Corrine. Spurred onward by her acceptance Mark proceeded to repeatedly flick his unit over the sensitive clitoris, thrilling to the taste of her sweet pussy juices. And then Gary was down there with him, using his fingers to hold one side of his wife's love box open while Mark attended to the other. It was awkward with his older brother taking such a close up view of him eating out his wife but Mark continued sampling her delicacies undeterred. Suddenly Gary was moving closer, angling his head between Corrine's spread thighs from the opposite side and running his own tongue into her pussy. The heat from Corrine's privates along with Gary's warm breath washed over Mark's face. Gary joined Mark in teasing the tiny clit, their tongues working simultaneously to pleasure her. Gary had Mark by the scruff of his neck, holding him in place lest he be uncomfortable with this new experience. With any other guy Mark would have found it all a bit gay. But Gary was his brother. Nothing freaky about that! Corrine had her fingers intertwined in the hair of both brothers. Her body gyrated against the bed covers as a white hot heat consumed her, signaling an oncoming orgasm. She bucked her pussy against them but both remained steadfast, their tongues gliding against each other's with her clit captured in between. All at once Corrine began to heave, her breathing short and ragged as her waves of womanly desire crested. With an uninhibited cry she came. Her pelvis contorted wildly as they ceaselessly nipped at her clit throughout her entire orgasm. She lay there in a state of absolute bliss attempting to regulate her fevered breathing after such a mind-blowing orgasm administered by the handsome brothers. Gary practically had to pull Mark away from the dripping pussy; the teen appeared determined to eat her to another orgasm. With a grin on his face Gary tousled Mark's hair, and then surprised him by leaning in and planting a short wet kiss on his lips. "Marky, I think she's ready for you to fuck her now," he said. Then, directing his attention to his lusty wife, "Isn't that right, baby?" "Oh yes, Mark," she sighed, gazing at the boy through sex-hazed eyes. "I want you in me." Like the eager teen he was Mark practically fell over himself stripping down. Buck naked he anxiously crawled up into place between the beauteous Venus' parted thighs. He was startled yet again when Gary's hand shot out and wrapped itself around the base of his thick teen meat. "Damn, Marky," Gary gasped, "you sure have grown. Your dick is bigger, fatter even, than mine!" Mark already knew he had an admirable appendage from the good-natured barbs he got from the other jocks in the locker room and the appreciative cheerleaders he'd laid. He might more easily have appreciated praise from his older sibling if Gary hadn't begun stroking his dick in a less-than-brotherly manner. It lasted only a matter of seconds before Gary was guiding him to his wife's pouty pink pussy. "That's right, Marky," Gary coached. "Just slide it right in. Ewwwwwwwwwww, doesn't Corrine feel good inside? Fuck her, Marky. Really fuck her with that big dick. She likes it hard and fast, bro. Do it!" Lustful flames of desire licked through his loins as he easily sunk his full eight inches of throbbing cock into his sister-in-law's juicy slot. Buried to the balls inside her he threw back his head and whimpered deliriously. Corrine's tender hands traveled up his smooth muscular chest as she moaned sexily, "Fuck me, Marky. I've been wanting you for so long." That was all it took to break Mark out of his sexual daze. He suddenly wanted to show her that he was a man, not a boy. He started to hump with his hips, driving his prick in and nearly out of her wet, satiny vagina. He was hardly aware of Gary lying there on his side next to them lewdly observing the erotic encounter. Gary had kicked out of his briefs and was stroking his heavily leaking dick while excitedly watching his younger brother fuck his wife. He offered all kinds of obscene encouragement but Mark barely heard him. It was as if it was just he and Corrine there in the throes of forbidden passion. Mark was consumed with delicious pleasure as he pumped more steadily into her. Corrine responded by thrusting herself back against him, meeting his increasingly powerful thrusts head on. Mark joyously impaled her again and again, his beefy cockstalk gliding freely through her satiny female tissue. It occurred to him, but only briefly, that there had been no suggestion of him "suiting up." They trusted him, and he them. They were family, after all. Suddenly Gary's hands were on the back of his shoulders, pulling him down. So intent was he on his own contentment Mark hadn't even seen his brother come up behind him. As Mark came down flat on his back Corrine rose with him, his big strong dick acting like some sort of spring lifting her up. Mark's big hands reflexively came to rest on Corrine's shapely hips as she began to ride him. With his abundant meat being used like a pogo stick Mark's mitts traveled up Corrine's tight body and cupped her bouncing tits, eliciting sighs and moans from the gorgeous babe. Her smaller hands covered his, and then Gary's were over hers. He was directly behind his wife now, planting wet kisses on her neck and interestedly watching Mark's rapture. Brushing Corrine's long hair from one side of her face Gary whispered into her ear, and then disappeared for a few moments before resuming his position. Mark was so caught up in the delicious things her pussy was doing to his sensitive meat that he was oblivious to his brother's intentions. All at once Corrine went rigid. At first he thought he'd brought her to another orgasm, but this time her features looked pained. Her eyes shot wide, her jaw dropped and her creamy complexion flushed. Then he felt an abrupt tightness inside her and the awkward sensation of something foreign pressing up against his tool. But it wasn't in her vagina. Gary was feeding his dick into her other orifice, her ass hole! With a look of horror Mark watched helplessly as Corrine struggled through the anal intrusion. A small cry escaped her parted lips but Gary forged onward, determined to lodge his cock deep in her rectum. He had captured her ear lobe between his teeth and was biting lightly, then thrusting his tongue into her canal while his hands fondled her breasts. Mark noticed how Corrine had unconsciously thrust her tits outward as she arched her back in response to Gary's ass attack. The blunt nipples stood out hard and firm, desperate to be man handled. Gary groaned his satisfaction when he had filled her hungry ass hole with every bit of his hard husband cock. Pausing for a moment to allow his wife to acclimate herself to his size he gazed down at Mark through sex-heavy lids. A dreamy smile played about his lips as he observed the shocked look on his little brother's face. Mark could hardly fathom the unimaginable limits Corrine's back door was stretched in order to accommodate Gary's dick. He believed he could actually feel the butt-buried cock pulsing against his own hard-on, separated only by tissue and membrane. And then, to the young man's surprise, Corrine slowly lifted herself up and then slid back down, fucking herself on the twin cocks stuffed into her holes. Awestruck, Mark noticed how the sweet and innocent features of his desirable sister-in-law now more resembled those of a sex-hungry vixen. With her legs spread wide to either side of him she rose up until his teen meat, slick with pussy juice, nearly popped free and quickly drove down on it. At the same time she thrust her rear back against Gary, fully taking her betrothed into her darkest, most sacred place. Soon she was rising and falling with ever-increasing rapidity. She was a wanton woman who wanted to be fucked---and fucked hard. Panting heavily Corrine paused, keeping her body elevated, inviting the boys to take over fuck duty. Taking her by the hips Mark thrust up into her at the same time Gary reamed his bad boy through her tight tunnel. Soon they developed a fuck rhythm, Mark filling her cunt while Gary vacated her ass, then Gary drilling back up into her while Mark nearly withdrew. And then they were simultaneously plowing her, causing Corrine to feverishly twist and pull on her erect nipples with one hand while the other rapidly flicked over her hardened clit. It was the thrill of his young life for Mark. Not only were his fantasies being realized but he was seeing his sister-in-law in an entirely new and fascinating light. Sweet Corrine obviously loved sex, craved it in fact. The way she was effortlessly handling the two of them proved this wasn't big brother Gary's first time taking her gorgeous ass. While he was in seventh heaven in her warm, silky womanhood Mark found himself hoping there'd be another time when he and his brother could switch places. With his teen cock being more massive than Gary's fuck tool it would be a new experience for both he and racy Corrine. With brother cocks fucking in and out of her, and her finger a whir on her clitoris, Corrine came again and again. Giving them both a rest she regained control and fucked herself on their mighty Williams tools. Mark's breath caught in his throat and his muscular frame began to twitch as he watched the girl gone wild repeatedly impale herself on his boyhood. He could feel his cock swelling and straining inside her and knew he was unable to contain himself much longer. With his heart thudding heavily in his chest Mark dug his body into the mattress, gritted his teeth and shot huge jets of teen cum into his sister-in-law's awesome snatch. While Gary's cock practically fucked up against his unit he kept unloading hot cream as he clutched at the sheets and rocked his head maddeningly from side to side. It was the most monumental orgasm of his life thus far and the boy hardly wanted it to end. Then Gary was panting like a long distance runner. Clutching Corrine's sweat-slickened shoulders he rammed his unit home one last time and groaned loudly as he blasted off in her rectum. At the same time Corrine's busy fingers brought her to another earth shattering orgasm. Spent, she fell atop Mark's heaving chest while Gary came to rest atop her. Corrine's mouth found Mark's, slipping him her tongue and encouraging him in a passionate after-sex kiss. Turning her head to face Gary she pressed her lips to those of her husband, erotically sharing her bliss with the man she loved. Once they parted Gary leaned down over her and hungrily covered Mark's mouth with his own. He plunged his wet tongue into his brother's maw and Mark, still on his sexual high, reciprocated. Corrine lovingly watched the handsome brothers make out and then she joined. Their mouths worked together, hands roaming over naked flesh, as they basked in the afterglow of their heated love making and the promise of their newfound relationship. AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story was originally written on invitation from a story site running a writer's competition. Accepting the challenge I devised this short tale. The story never entered the top 20! Having read it, your comments and critiques would be welcome. jonroyale@optonline.net Jon_Royale@yahoo.com