My wife and I have been happily married for more than fifteen years. We have three wonderful sons and everything is great.
I had always had the fantasy of sharing my wife with another man, but being from a conservative family background, it was never possible for us to practice such a lifestyle. That all changed five years ago.
We lived as an extended family with my parents, and my younger brother, in a two-storey duplex. The main floor consisted of our bedroom, kitchen, dining room, and my parents' bedroom, and the upstairs had three bedrooms, my younger brother's and our three sons' two rooms.
I had signed up for different dating/meet-up sites, but none of them had worked, and I was frustrated that I was not able to find a suitable man for me to share my wife with. Added to my frustration, was that I still hadn't figured out the place where to meet up once we found him. It was not practical to meet up in a hotel room every time, better to meet the guy at our home, but there still was one issue: my parents stay at home all the time, and if some stranger walked in, they would know it.
That's when this wild idea came to my mind. I thought I would share my wife with my younger brother. The reason to choose him was because he lived with us, and hence, no one would suspect.
And yes, no one ever suspected anything.
But the huge problem I still had was, I had to somehow convince both my wife and my brother, too. It took a long time to convince my wife. She wasn't ready for it, but eventually, she gave in. I had asked her to talk to my brother. With some hesitation, she finally decided to talk and seduce him.
We both gave him a lot of hints, talking dirty while he was around, and all that.
It took us months to seduce him. I would say cheesy lines to my wife when he was around. My brother loves coffee, everyone else in our family has tea, so he would go to the kitchen to prepare coffee for himself; nobody ever helped him. So then, whenever he would be preparing his coffee in the kitchen, my wife and I would walk in, and get a bit frisky. I would lean over her and touch her over her hips, or give a little spank. He would watch us in the corner of his eye. Sometimes, I would talk dirty to her and when it was funny, he would giggle or laugh.
I had asked him if he wanted another nephew or niece. When my wife and I were in the kitchen and I was touching her, she hit me on my hand and asked me to stop. I asked my brother, "Weren't you asking for another niece or nephew?"
He giggled and said, "Sure."
Once, he warned me that my mother was walking towards the kitchen, and I quickly moved away from my wife with a shock.
He laughed and said, "Gotcha! I was kidding."
That same day, My my wife and I decided that she had to make a move, and that night, she went to his room with a cup of coffee that she prepared for him.
When she walked into his room, my brother saw her and was surprised, as he hadn't expected anyone to come to his room at this time, I think it was around eleven.
"You have been studying a lot these days, I thought you would need a coffee." She was being sarcastic when she said that. My brother is not the type of person who spends time studying as his grades will tell anyone.
She handed him the cup of coffee as she sat at the edge of his bed. She was wearing a purple-coloured, satin nightie, and all he had on was a t-shirt and shorts. First, she talked about his studies, and she got up and glanced through his books, which were on his desk.
"What guide are you referring to for maths?" she asked.
"The green one," he replied, as he sat on his bed sipping coffee.
My wife was once a teacher, but after our second boy, she decided to quit teaching. My wife had helped my brother with his studies before, with math, physics, and chemistry. She wasn't a chemistry teacher, but my brother was very weak in chemistry, so she offered to help him with that. All this was about ten years ago, or something like that; now, he studies on his own.
For about ten minutes, they only talked about his studies and his books and all that. After that, she shifted the gears. "I met Jane last week at the mall," she said.
He was all of a sudden shy, because she was his girlfriend at that time.
"You both look cute together," she said.
He didn't reply, and kept quiet. She kept talking about his girlfriend, but he kept deflecting and tried to change the topic to something else.
Then, he asked her, "Do you remember, my brother was asking me if I wanted a niece or nephew? Let him know that I need a niece, as I have nephews, but no niece."
"Ohh shut up, you little brat, stop trying to tease me," she said.
"You started it," he replied.
"Wait, I will tell your mother that you and your girlfriend went to the movies the other day, and bunked your classes," she said.
To counter, he replied, "I will tell that you guys were fooling around in the kitchen while he was supposed to head be heading out to work," he said, in a funny tone.
"Ohh you, naughty little rascal!" she exclaimed, laughing together. After a moment, she asked him, "Did you both kiss, already?"
"It's none of your business," he replied.
"Come on. It's all right to tell me. Look, me and your brother have also kissed at your age."
"So what do I care," he replied.
"It's fine, tell me," she insisted.
"Yeah, we have," he said, shyly.
