My wife Cindy is three years younger than me, and eight years younger than my oldest brother Rick. She is a gorgeous brunette with curves -the most beautiful kind of curves- in all the right places. We had only been married for two years, but I had recently begun to notice some strange interactions between her and my single, older brother. These interactions made me uncomfortable. I kept an eye on the two of them even when they weren't aware I was watching. There were too many glances, too many innocent touches, too much eye contact, and too much time spent appraising each other, especially when one or the other was distracted. The biggest clue was the crazy sex my wife and I had every time he left the ranch. His truck would barely disappear out of sight down the dirt road and she would drag me into the bedroom and go crazy on my big dick. She also spoke of him often and asked questions about his former lovers. My instincts rightly told me she was attracted to him and my observations were barring that out. I was pretty naive; I know that now for sure.
I was certain they both loved me and I thought they were the last two people on this planet who would do anything to hurt me. But I still had these crazy thoughts that physical contact between them was just a matter of time. I began spending too much time thinking about them together. Truthfully, I wondered if I was losing my mind. There wasn't much evidence but I was becoming obsessed and even began to fantasize about them having sex. None of this was like me, and it certainly wasn't the life I signed up for, so I decided to broach the subject with the one person I have always trusted, my older brother.
Rick and I were raised in a problematic, dysfunctional, and dangerous farm home. The alcohol flowed freely among the adults in the house, which often led to violence. My brother was my protector, my confidante, the one solid person in my life. I trusted him unconditionally. Because he was five years older than me, the oldest of five children and experienced in all things, he advised me through college, bailed me out when I got in trouble, and encouraged me to marry my wife even though I was on the fence. He was more than just a brother to me, he was the most important person in my life, bar none.
I'll never forget the day I approached him with my concerns. It was a sunny summer day in June and we were sitting on the tailgate of his truck. Things went exactly as I expected they would. He assured me he loved my wife like a sister but had no physical attraction for her. Looking back, he had convinced himself this was true. My first mistake was also believing this story. My second mistake was much worse. I told him I was certain my wife was physically attracted to him. I even told him about the sex we had every time he left our house, and how she spoke of him often and asked about his girlfriends. He looked stunned, concerned, but also pleasantly surprised. I didn't know it then, but I had just planted a seed that would lead to much change in our lives. It was a mistake to reveal to him that what he thought was a one-sided attraction (his) with some teasing (hers) was now confirmed - she wanted him. My brother spent the next 30 minutes convincing me, and perhaps himself, that my concerns weren't justified. His rebuttal was designed to convince me he was trustworthy and would never do anything to harm me personally, or my marriage. He said, "There is a way for me to prove my allegiance?"
He suggested that I allow him and her some time alone together, without fear of discovery. He would test her fidelity and report back to me if she made any kind of a move on him. I recall thinking this is the strangest idea I've ever heard, but I also thought it might put my mind to rest. So, without too much concern I made the third mistake of the day -completing the trifecta- and agreed to let him perform a loyalty test on my gorgeous, big-titted wife. I admit, I had concerns about Cindy's faithfulness, but I had no doubt about my brother Rick's devotion to me.
Part Two
It was easy enough to get them together. My brother feeds our cattle when I'm not available, so I asked him to feed on the following Thursday night because I would be in town and late getting home. If he needed any help my wife would gladly give him a hand. Cindy acted surprised, and tried to hide her excitement when she heard they would be working together. Her obvious excitement made me sad and I began to question myself. Did I really want to know?
What neither of them knew is I had installed two hidden security cameras in the house. One in the living room and one in our bedroom. My new motto is "trust but verify." I wanted to be able to validate my brother's report with hard evidence, especially if she denied everything or made a accusation about him. Thursday night rolled around too quickly and I pulled my truck up on the hill, out of sight, but close enough where I could return quickly if I felt the need. The new cameras were super clear and I was able to monitor both video and audio in real-time from my perch on the hillside.
