The next day was Friday and Bruce had to leave town for an overnight businesss trip. He knew that meant leaving his very sexy wife alone overnight with his two randy sons. There wasn't much he could do about it, so he left early the next morning for the short flight to Chicago. He had kissed Angela goodbye but she gave no signs of anything suspicious. The incident of the previous night occupied his thoughts during most of his meetings that day. Such unexpected smells when his wife had climbed into bed. After his meetings, his group went out to dinner and some of them wanted to continue the evening at a local bar. Bruce excused himself and said he wanted to turn in. Back at his hotel room, he stripped down and securely locked his door. The naked husband then turned on his laptop and clicked on one of his "Favorites", the Literotica website. He went to the "Loving Wives" section and clicked on one of the stories. He read about a hot wife who was dating other men with her husband's knowledge. As he read, his small, thin penis got stiffer and stiffer. Next was a hotwife having sex with a black man while her husband watched. After several similar stories, he switched to the "Incest/Taboo" section and found what he was looking for after a few minutes of searching. It was a story of a wife who was fucking her stepson, all with the knowledge and encouragement of her husband. This hubby only had a five-inch penis that couldn't satisfy his wife the way his son's much bigger dick could. Bruce had been hard for over an hour by now, and this story took him over the edge. He blasted his small load of cum all over his stomach as he thought about the odor of semen on his wife the previous night.
Meanwhile, back at home it had been a pretty quiet evening. Brett and Michael had gone out drinking and Angela stayed home and read. She waited up till the boys came home. Brett and Michael were both disappointed to see their stepmom dressed in a pair of shorts and a teeshirt rather than in a revealing nightgown. Brett decided she was being careful, since their dad was out of town, not to give the boys any ideas.
"Im going to take a shower and go to bed," Angela announced as she left the family room.
"Goodnight," both boys said. When Brett heard the shower running, he said, "I'm gonna head up too," and left Michael watching TV. At the top of the stairs, Brett turned towards the master bedroom rather than his own. He tried the knob on the closed bedroom door and found it unlocked. He stepped into the bedroom, closing the door quietly behind him. He saw light coming from the bathroom and was pleased to see Angela hadn't closed the bathroom door. He sat on the bed where he could see into the bathroom. The smoked glass on the shower door allowed Brett to see some of Angela's naked body but not alot of detail. He could see she had taken the shower massage and that she was directing it to her clit. Her legs were spread wide as she leaned against the wall. Her right hand was fondling her large right breast and tweaking the nipple. Suddenly she was cumming hard and Brett heard her moaning, "Uhhhhhnnnnnnngggg....ohhhh....."
A minute later she turned off the shower and stepped out to dry off. He admired her naked body for the first time in the light as she dried off her body and hair. Angela still hadn't seen her stepson yet. Her pussy lips were swollen and her clit still engorged from her masturbation session. Her big, beautiful natural tits bounced delightfully as she toweled off. Then she looked up and let out a little scream. She quickly put the towel around her, covering her cunt and tits. "What are you doing Brett? You can't be in here with your father gone. What would he think? What would your brother think if he heard us?"
Brett calmly sat on the bed and looked at his stepmother's beautiful face and eyes. "Angela, I just came for my goodnight kiss. You left us so abruptly downstairs. And, I've already seen you naked, so why don't you drop the towel for me?" Her stepson's alpha personality was coming out as he stared at her with his piercing blue eyes. His voice was so commanding and it sent a shiver down her spine. She looked into his eyes and unwrapped the towel, walking closer to him. She was now willingly showing her body to him. Brett's eyes wandered over her huge breasts, then he studied her beautiful pussy. "Let me see your ass, Angela," he said. Angela slowly turned around until her heart-shaped ass was nearly in Brett's face. "Oh my god, it's beautiful, Angela. You just have the hottest ass I've ever seen. Sit please," he ordered. She did as he requested,and her tits were within reach of his big hands. Are you uncomfortable that I'm dressed and you're naked?" he asked. She nodded. "Would you prefer that I be naked too?"
"No, Brett, please. If you get naked too, I may want you, and we just can't do that."
"I understand," he replied. "MY father's a very, very lucky man to have a wife as gorgeous and sexy as you. I hope he appreciates this fabulous body--and often. If I were married to you, I'd have to fuck you every day."
His use of the word "fuck" shocked Angela a little. She had never heard either of her stepsons use it. Then the gravity of what Brett had just said sunk in. "Thank you...I think," she smiled. Does that mean he really wants to fuck me? she wondered. How can he sit there and not reach out and touch my tits...or my cunt? How much control does this young man have? Then she said, "Well, your dad may be a lucky man...but he sure doesn't...make love to me every day. In fact, once a week is pretty good for him."
"Oh my," Brett replied, pondering that statement. "So...is he really good for you when he does fu...make love to you?"
Angela thought about Brett's question for several moments. What exactly was he getting at? As if it's any of his business. She decided to explore his motive a little. Maybe he really cared and could be a good confidante. After all, she had no close friends she could talk to about this who wouldn't be judgmental. "First of all, Brett, please understand that I didn't marry your father because he was a stud in bed. There were lots of other reasons--mainly how much I love him and how he treats me. He makes me feel like the most important woman in he world. But to answer your question honestly...no,when we make love he doesn't really satisfy me, not in the way my first husband did."
"Why?" Brett asked. "What did your ex do...or have that Dad doesn't?" Again Agnela looked at her stepson trying to guess his motive for these questions.
Oh geez, what do I tell him? Angela blushed, then took a deep breath. "Well, Brett....Ken, he's my ex, had a much larger penis than your father does. More like your size, from what I've seen," she smiled at him. "A girl just really likes to have a man with size...something that fills her up." Brett nodded thoughtfully. "And," she went on, "oh God, I can't believe I'm telling you this," she said.
"Please go on," Brett urged. "I really am interested." He was now alternating between looking in Angela's beautiful eyes and looking at her big, beautiful breasts. Her nipples were getting stiffer in response to his wandering eyes. He looked down occasionally at her well-trimmed pubic hairs which made a small "v" above the lips of her pussy. Brett could not control the erection rising in his pants and Angela looked down and noticed it. But she was enjoying Brett's eyes roving all over her body.
"Okay," Angela replied. She lowered her voice. "Ken also had alot of...stamina, if you get my drift. And your dad, well, he has this anxiety problem when we....fuck. I read about it on the internet, something called 'premature ejaculation'."
"Oh yes," Brett perked up. "I've read about that too. So he cums way too quickly after penetration?"
Angela was surprised to hear how Brett stated it. She nodded, "Yes, I could probably deal with the size thing if he didn't have the other. You know....I've never had an orgasm with him inside me," she said, blushing.
"But the combination," Brett responded, "the little dick with the quick trigger just doesn't do it for you."
Angela giggled, "I didn't say 'little', you did."
"Yes, I did, Angela. "I saw Dad in the shower when we played basketball last week."
"Oh my," the blonde wife replied.
"Is he, like, five inches erect?" her stepson asked.
She blushed again but couldn't help smiling. "More like four."
"Wow!" Brett said. "You don't see many penises around that are that small. I have nine inches erect, Angela, in case you were wondering." They were both silent for a few moments. Then Brett said, "You did say you really love him alot, though. Would you do almost anything for him, you know, within reason?"
"Of course," she answered, smiling. "What did you have in mind?"
"Well, I'm working on this theory. It's something that could make you both very happy. Sexually happy, I mean."
"What is it exactly?" she inquired.
"I can't really tell you too much right now. But I will as the plan develops. I'll reveal what I can, when I can, to you. But you really have to trust me completely and agree to follow my lead in whatever transpires. Some of it you may object to or question, but I'd need you to agree to whatever I ask you to do. And I think I can guarantee that if my theory holds true, you will be a very sexually satisfied bride and Dad will be a very sexually happy husband."
Angela thought a few moments, then said, "I like you Brett...alot...and I think I can trust you. So just lead the way. But I need to ask you something."
"Okay," he smiled that winning smile. "What?"
"How can you just sit there fully clothed with me totally naked next to you all this time and not want to touch my...tits...or...my ass...or my...pussy...or not want to make....to fuck me?"
Brett knew those were hard words for Angela to say. He grinned at her. "Believe me, Angela, it's very difficult. I do want to feel those beautiful tits and that fabulous ass, and that luscious cunt. I'd love to sink my big cock deep in your pussy, but not tonight. You need to trust me and follow my lead."
"Alright," she smiled at him and felt a warm glow over her whole body. She really was attracted to Brett and liked the way he took charge.
"Now one more thing," Brett said. "There's another man in this house we haven't discussed who is as crazy about your body as I am. And he's got a cock nearly as big as mine. And you do realize he hasn't seen nearly as much of your wonderful charms as I have. Don't you think we need to do something about that?"
The thought of exposing her body to Michael worried her, but at the same time made her pussy tingle again. "Where?...when?" she asked, almost a little too eager, Brett thought.
"How about we all take a swim tomorrow before Dad gets home? What time does his plane get in?"
