Date: Wed, 2 Mar 2011 15:24:48 +1100 From: The Pin Subject: The Honey Trap She'd been having to go off for specialist treatment in the State capital, we knew it would involve a number of courses over a period of months but here we were in luck, the accommodation issue was not a problem, her brother himself a medical practitioner lived near the hospital concerned and would be able to put her up for the couple of nights involved with each visit. Actually, as I pointed out it might be quite fun for her since being himself gay he'd selected a rather colourful area, one where exotic clubs and the like abounded and where the word "liberated" had a special significance. The first few visits were unremarked, treatment seemed satisfactory and she had no complaints but somehow, each time on return - she seemed just a bit on edge. It was probably after the fourth visit that it emerged. She was clearly agitated, to the point of sexual arousal - strange. Upstairs later and beside me in bed she lay back as usual reading while from habit with one hand she softly pleasured herself. She'd always been very highly sexed (as was her brother) and with her masturbation was a routine event but tonight was different for putting aside the book, she threw back the bed covers and devoted her entire concentration to the act, frowning, biting her lip and with the other hand now free, working away at her nipple. Something about the intensity of the way she pleasured herself prompted me to join in and I began to fondle myself too, then throwing back sheets on my side we lay there together as our hands expertly toyed between our thighs - we often lay side by side masturbating, each watching the other and enjoying the show but this was different, she actually let herself cum instead of drawing me into her. But having cum she continued and by now I guessed she'd become highly aroused, by something...and suspicions began to form....I thought to myself, "they're such a secretive close knit family so, I wonder..." and slowly suspicion became near certainty, then certainty to the extent that casually I taxed her with it....getting a kinky thrill as I did so: "Did you and Michael (naming her brother) go to bed while you were there?". She paused, flushed and I noticed her eyes were sparkling in a strange way - then I got the story, as bit by bit and obviously breathless with excitement she retraced events. "Well it was that first evening, I'd got back you see and Michael was home, he's got that research grant and well, he needed a break so he suggested we go out...on the Town sort of. So, we went to some of those places he uses, gay clubs really but lots of fun and people seemed to know him, so I felt quite comfortable really, I had a bit to drink too and then later, there were florr shows - I told you they were gay, well there was one in particular, a rather sexy looking bloke who did a strip and then laid back for the audience and began to masturbate in full view - I noticed Michael and some of the others trying to get a better view and actually, so was I. Anyway, that wasn't all because suddenly there was another bloke on stage, this was someone much older and he was HUGE...then this bit, really was exciting (Here she looked up at me nervously - I smiled encouragingly as I let my hand slowly fondle my penis, I knew this would have to last!) because, because, the big bloke walked casually up to ther dish on the couch and grabbed him. Next I knew the young fellow was pretending to struggle (I suppose) but the other fellow forced him to turn over then pushing his head down with one hand he pulled his hips up with the other. I could hear the younger man whimpering 'No - please no!' but instead, out came this great fat penis - I hope he'd been lubricated because he didn't waste time and....and...you wouldn't believe but in it went, the bloke beneath was pretending to struggle sort of and it looked a bit like a wrestling match but of course it wasn't, I mean they'd both turned so the audience could get a good view. "And did you?" I asked "Oh yes, Michael helped, he'd sort of got a friend to help and I had them on either side holding on and ... (here she briefly looked furtive and changed the subject) well I was near the front and could clearly see the big fellow at it, he was going in all the way, really, and the other one - he'd stopped pretending to struggle and I could see him arching his back now and instead of pulling away - he was lifting his hips to the thrusts - he had a lovely bum too! You know, I was really turned on..and so...so when...I felt Michael had started to feel me up, um he'd been doing it for a while actually...I well, I didn't do anything because, well we'd both drank quite a bit and....I thought 'this is it, can't do any harm here, they're all gay and well some of the things they're doing to each other, well if Michael had a boy here, he'd be doing to him what he's doing to me?' It seemed only fair to let Michael do it cause otherwise he'd have missed out because of me? Besides he had only unzippered my jeans and well ok he finger fucked me but compared to the other things going on around well it didn't seem much. Then the show, it came to a finish, the attractive one began making all sorts of noises, moaning, panting and gasping and it must have ended because they were both shaking and then they settled, after a minute or two they arranged themselves and the big fellow pulled out and stood to one side, the youngster's pretty bum was facing us and, and as I watched, all that cum, it came trickling out of his crack, slowly but MY, and he had this great big smile on his face! He'd had heaps and heaps shot into him. Well that was pretty well it, my mouth was all dry and, well we both needed another drink and... then we left." I knew that this was just the preliminary, there's no way things could have simply ended there and sure enough, checking again for my reaction, she resumed "Well, we left hand in hand actually you see Michael had drunk a fair bit and it seemed safest and in that area, late at night, to have company close by and I got him home". Here the pause was longer than usual and I suspect she was seeking the right choice of words then: "As soon as we were inside Michael, well, he was all over me I couldn't even push him away, soon he was sort of crying saying he'd always wanted me and that....now it had to be tonight because, well he threatened suicide otherwise. I realised then he was so drunk, he could have tried to force me and that would have been rape so instead I well, got undressed". Again there was a silence, she was thinking carefully. "And then we sort of did it". This wasn't what I wanted so with friendly prompting I probed for detail "So what exactly happened?". Reluctantly, "well, you know we are quite sort of restrained when we do it, I mean its great but well, Michael was all over the place, he did it to me in all sorts of positions, he's VERY energetic!" By now very aroused at the thought of her being taken in this way by her brother I asked "Just how often did he do it?" again a pause, reminiscent this time "Well, I reckon he had me about four times, in two hours". Just HOW drunk was he I wondered - obviously very far from incapable and therefore very likely that the two of them first got going back at the club, intent on the session later! Another thought crossed my mind, she liked being buggered on occasion though could only handle about 10 minutes at a time but given her brother's predominent orientation, well "Did he bugger you?" Slowly "No, but at one stage I thought he was going to!" Aha I thought, I wonder, I was really aroused and she knew it but she wasn't expecting my next move for carefully positioning her on her side facing away, I edged into one of our usual positions, obligingly she raised a leg to give me access but there I saw, between her buttocks the giveaway...a red patch most probably sore if not painful and then it struck me "Poetic justice" - I did scoop some vaseline onto my tip but instead of entering her as expected I took careful aim and swiftly thrust in and up. There was an astonished gasp and she went rigid, holding still while pressed tight against her buttocks I muttered "Well, sorry he didn't get around to buggering you but let me - make up for it?". He'd loosened her up, no question but still it must have hurt, frankly I wasn't fussed for I knew that by now she'd got the message and in all fairness couldn't complain. Selfish perhaps but for the next half an hour or so I enjoyed my wife's anus as never before! After, wonderfully content as I was, she began to giggle "Oh you bastard, well fair enough so - you didn't mind at all did you? Come on, admit it?". Quietly satisfied I considered the options, she'd be returning for treatment, and inevitably I knew, there would be other incidents so, I asked the question "You've told me about the first night, what about the second?" "Oh, well we went out again and then when we got home Michael asked me, would I take my clothes off" she paused as I intervened with "and were you excited?" "Yes, I was very...." Enough had been said and my imagination could deal with the rest as obviously could hers for placing my hand between her thighs, it came away damp, this was much too good I reckoned and confessed at last "God that made me randy and I bet you knew it would - so now, you got thoroughly fucked by your brother for two days and home again, it's me that will be frantic - and I'll be wanting to do you as I think about it which will be most of the time - of course" Looking almost contrite and yet with flushed eager face and sparkling eyes, petite breasted yet with jutting nipples - my young wife obligingly parted her legs for me.