My husband David and I have been married for seven years. From that union we have one child, a daughter, 4, who is a precocious child and the light of my life.
David, my husband, is almost 6' tall. He has brown hair, weighs 185 pounds, and is an insatiable flirt around the women. I have always given him a long leash, because there is little I can do, being a mother and housewife pretty much keeps me at home. David is a very handsome man and I know that if I act too possessive, he would do something just to spite me. You see, I met David when I was 20 and we lived together for two years before I got pregnant. It was an accident. David urged me to have an abortion but I refused. I wanted a child. When he found out that he couldn't talk me out of it and we married in a civil ceremony when I was six months pregnant. After that I was pretty much on my own. The only time we spent together is when he is home and generally we do nothing special together.
David maintains a close relationship with his older brother Alan. Alan is a gentle giant. The first time I met Alan I was a little intimidated by his sheer size. My first impression of him was that he was a rough, tough man. But once I got to know him, I saw him for the pussycat he really was. Alan is 6'4" tall weighs well over 250 pounds and has a huge chest and arms. Alan is a very handsome man, in a primitive sort of way. He has sandy brown hair, a pronounced, jutting jaw, but his blue eyes are soft and tender. He is rather like a cuddly Neanderthal with blue eyes, a soft voice and a very mild temperament.
Alan and his wife Katherine recently went through a divorce and David spent a lot of time, energy, and effort trying to act as an intermediary to try to work out a reconciliation between the two of them.
Now I always thought of Katherine as a rather prudish woman and I frankly had very little to do with her. She always seemed to be whining about this or that and poor Al was tossed to and fro by her every whim.
One more then one occasion I had commented to my husband that it was probably a good thing that those two had never had any children, Katherine would probably have them so screwed up that they would end up an emotional mess by the time they reached adulthood. But David, of course, took the high and moral road and told me I should not say things like that. He was probably right, but still, Katherine was a waste of human flesh in my opinion. Something about her really irked me to no end and there were many times I told her about it.
So as Al is served papers and is forced to move out of his home, David informed me that he would be staying with us.
"No problem." I said. I had always liked Al. He was a gentle giant and had always treated me with the utmost respect since I had married his baby brother. They are four years apart. Al is 35 and David, 31.
Being that their parents died several years ago, before we were married, I knew that Al had no one else to turn to.
So no sooner does Al take our spare bedroom, then the phone is ringing off the wall. It's Katherine. She wants to talk to Al about something. She wants to bitch to me about something Al did to her, etc. Finally I told her to cut the shit and get on with her life. She was the one, who threw Al out of the house, get over it.
"Well! If that's the attitude you have!" Was all she could say.
"Yeah. Damn right. Katherine, I am so very sorry that things haven't worked out for you two. But you must understand that I have a life. I have a child and I don't really care for the fact that this is the eighth time you have called today. Now if you really need something, then I will help you. But if you want to call here just to complain about Al or to him, then I suggest that you meet someplace and discuss it. But I am not going to jump up every five minutes just to answer the phone!" Then I hung up.
"Sorry, Molly. She can be a hand full." Al said to me. He had heard parts of my conversation with Katherine.
I nodded, tense from having to say the things that I did. But still glad that I had said it.
"She used to be a good woman, Molly. Since she found out that she could never have kids, she sort of...well, she changed into a nervous shrew." Al explained.
I didn't know that. I felt sorry for the two of them.
"How long ago was that?" I asked.
"Before you and Davie were married. I guess that over time, she became more and more depressed. It changed a lot of things in our marriage. Our sexual habits, her eating habits, finally her attitude towards me. She's really jealous of you. You have what she can never have. You and Dave have Lisa." Al said.
I could tell that he was getting depressed talking about all of this, so being that David was at work, he worked nights for the city's road maintenance department and would not be home until the morning. So being that Al and I were alone, Lisa was asleep, I suggested that we watch a movie and I'd make some popcorn.
As I was busy making the popcorn, I told Al to pick out a movie from our collection and turn on the TV.
As soon as the microwave popcorn was done and I had put it all into a bowl, I joined him on the couch. He had chosen one of my favorites, "Legends of the Fall" and we settled down on the couch and began to watch it.
I had placed the bowl between us and was reaching down to grab a handful of popcorn. I wasn't watching what I was doing, being that my eyes were fixed on the TV. And placed my hand on Al's thigh.
"Oops!" I said. I must have turned beet red, because he smiled at me but said nothing but turned to look at me.
"Molly. Dave is really lucky to have you. I just wish he realized it." He said cryptically. I was going to ask him what he meant, but my attention was diverted by the movie.
"I think he does." I said instead, and grabbed some popcorn. This time I watched what I was doing when I grabbed it.
Well we watched the whole movie. I cried, then laughed and cried some more. As I said, this was my favorite movie. I must have watched it ten times before, but it always gets to me.
It was close to midnight when the movie was over. I went into the bathroom to get myself ready for bed. Al was taking a quick shower.
"Molly!" He called out to me from the other bathroom.
I went to the door.
"Yes Al?" I asked him.
"Molly. There is no towel in here." He said.
He was right. I had done the laundry that day and the towels were still in the dryer. Katherine's phone calls had interrupted me to the extent that I had forgotten about folding the laundry.
"I'll get you one." I said and went to get a towel out of the dryer.
After I had taken out the clothes from the dryer and put them into a basket and placed the basket on top of the dryer, I chose a large towel for Al.
Going to the bathroom, I knocked on the door. Al opened it part way and stuck out his hand to grab the towel.
He had opened the door just enough for me to see part of his nakedness. In just a moment, I saw him in all of his glory. Including the largest male organ I had ever seen in my life.
"Thank you." He said and closed the door to finish up.
I stood there at the door for a moment in utter amazement at what I had just witnessed. I was dumbfounded.
'Size really does matter.' A voice from the back of my mind spoke, "Damn right!", I muttered to myself and padded off to my room.
Now I am not overly experienced in the matters of sex. But I was not a virgin when I married David either. I had three lovers before I met him. David is fairly well endowed in that department, more so then any of my former lovers. I would guess that he is somewhere between 7 or 8 inches erect. But his brother, I swear on a stack of Bibles, was as big limp as my dear husband was fully aroused! No matter how hard I tried; I could not get that monster between his legs out of my mind. Then I thought about Katherine and I truly hated her for what she had just thrown away! I would give anything to have just one chance to have something like that inside of me, hammering away at my pussy!
I went to bed and got under the covers, but my mind was still fixed on the sight I had seen earlier. So much so that I was way too aroused to go to sleep and got up and went into my closet to fetch my vibrator where I had it stashed away then to my dresser to retrieve the bottle of feminine lubricant I had hidden away for just this purpose.
Crawling back under the covers, I lifted up my nightgown and rubbed myself with the tip of my vibrator. I was wet! The vibrator hummed quietly as I pushed it deeper and deeper into my throbbing, wet pussy.
No sooner did I have it in as far as it would go; I closed my eyes and imagined Al's huge cock as the source of all this pleasure that I was feeling. Now I have never been one for fantasies, but this really had me going!
Within two minutes I was gasping for air and humping the vibrator for all I was worth. A big one was threatening to catch me at any moment. I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming out. My nostrils flared as the climax hit me and I sank back into the mattress in ecstasy.
By now my hands were very slick with my own juices and I had a hard time trying to pull out that damned vibrator. I had imbedded it so deeply in me that my fingers had a hard time pulling it out each time I thought I had a grip on it. That and the damned thing was still going, and so was I, as another orgasm hit me. I was not ready for that one and yelped out and then screamed softly.
Al must have heard me just as I screamed and there was a knock at my door within a few moments.
