(If you don't like a wife who cheats with her husband's brother, don't read this story. If the idea excites you, check out the first two installments for background.)
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I read the number on Caller-ID and smiled. It was Kelly Ann. For the last week I'd been spending a lot of quality time with my brother's lovely wife.
More appropriately, I'd been having an steamy affair with the pretty brunette.
I know, I know, it is SO wrong, so VERY wrong. It wasn't planned, it was actually by accident. Still, I couldn't deny the fact that Kelly Ann and I had screwed over the weekend, boffing like rabbits at my house with my wife away at her mom's. Then, during the week, the girl favored me with a blow job in the car, actually swallowing my cum. That was noteworthy because that was something she claimed she didn't do with her husband, my older brother.
It all came about as payback for my brother's transgressions outside of the marital bed. You see Kelly Ann came home one afternoon and went to check her e-mails. The computer had not been correctly shut down, her husband Rich apparently was careless in the shut down process and his inquiring wife stumbled onto a set of naughty photos.
She spent the next hour looking at a variety of women serving a man who, in the end, clearly was her husband. The tattoo on his backside was a dead giveaway.
Pissed at the world, she must have through back to the days when I dumped her, put two and two together and decided to punish first me, then her husband. But along the way I was able to talk her into revenge of a different, safer sort. Who knows, maybe she is merely crazy? I know I am.
That led to our sexual interlude that wonderful weekend afternoon, and since that time my mind had been jumbled by the excitement of a new conquest and the inappropriateness of screwing my brother's wife.
There may be lower things a guy could do to his brother, but I really don't know what. All I know is that Kelly Ann quietly enjoyed paying back her husband for his screwing around, and I wasn't going to argue with her method.
He fucked around on her, she was doing the same on him.
I surely wasn't going to tell him his wife was fucking around on him.
"Hello," was all I said. It's a good thing I hadn't said Hello honey or hello pussycat, my secret nickname for Kelly Ann. On the other end of the line was my brother Rick.
"Hey slugger, want to fill out my foursome this weekend?" asked my brother.
I stammered a yes, because a no would have meant a lot of why nots and what was I doing. I had planned on visiting his lovely wife while he was playing golf but it appeared I'd be in the foursome on the course instead of a twosome in the bedroom.
I so wanted to ask him about the photos and videos that Kelly Ann had found. Who were these girls? I knew one was his secretary Michelle, but who were the others? How did he get them to agree to appear with him on tape? Many of the poses had the head of the girl cut off for safety, but some were full head shots of cock sliding into wet, willing mouths.
Heck, I can't even get my wife to allow me to take a down blouse or an upskirt photo of her, while several of Rick's conquests actually perform for the camera.
There is a different conversation going on when you are screwing your brother's wife. I was so very afraid of letting something slip. He, on the other hand, couldn't stop talking. He talked about his overnight quick trip for work, and intimated he got lucky on it. Little did he know that while he was dipping his dick in his secretary Michelle's lovely snatch I was playing the old in and out game with his wife Kelly Ann.
Yes, he was a cad, but I was lower than low. And I couldn't help smiling at my luck.
That night the same number called me, only this time it was Kelly Ann. "He ran down to the store, I just wanted to call and let you know he was with her. I smelled her perfume in his luggage."
"Aw, pussycat, you probably are imagining it."
"No, I know it. And you know what. I don't care any more. I got him back for it in the car with you! That was awesome. It was like we were teenagers again."
I reminded her that back then I couldn't get to third base with her, and she reminded me how I dumped her for a girl everyone knew was a slut.
"What are you talking about, Christine was so sweet."
"Yea, and she fucked around like a hooker on Locust, it's a good thing you didn't catch something from her," laughed Kelly Ann.
We went back and forth with some suggestive banter until she had to quickly get off the phone when Rick returned. Not at all a bad thing, as my wife Caroline was soon on the phone with her nightly call inquiring what I was up to and how my day had been. "You watching a lot of porno with me away?"
It was difficult for me, lying to my wife, as what I wanted to say was how, yes, I'd watched some porno, but didn't want to go there afraid I'd let something slip about Kelly Ann. I was so glad the two women had never really gotten close. They were friendly, but not friends.
I felt so very guilty about cheating on her, and knew I'd never want her to find out. I also assumed that once the payback was complete Kelly Ann would going back to being totally Rick's wife unless the need for revenge again wielded its head.
In the meantime, though, I was hot for her and hoped for another rendezvous. As luck would have it, I didn't have long to wait.
On Saturday I met Rick at the golf course and had a decent day on the links. We settled up our little bets after the round over a beer, when Rick surprised me with a request.
"Hey, bro, I have to head into work for an hour or two, just have to tidy up some things for a project due next week. And, well, Kelly Ann gets on my ass when I go in on the weekend. She thinks I work to hard, but I have to, you know? So, can you sort of cover for me if she calls?
Rick's lie was my fortunate revelation. Of course I would cover for him.
Heading home I showered in a flash. Then I called Kelly Ann. After a little small talk she asked where Rick was. "Look, I know he's not with you. Heck, he was so obvious when he said his phone was not working right. He said to call you....so, where is he?"
"You'll never believe it!"
There was a silent pause. "He's with her? He bastard admitted it?"
I told her what her husband told me. She put two and two together and figured he was with Michelle at the office.
"We'll I guess I could go over and catch them in the act," said my brother's wife, seemingly resigned to the fact that her husband was fooling around again. "Too bad for Rick, he was going to get laid tonight. Oh well, I guess he'd rather fuck his slut than his wife. Say, is Caroline home yet?"
"Nope, tomorrow. I just spoke with her a while ago and she isn't leaving until the morning."
"Well, someone is going to fuck me...do you want to or should I go out and find someone new."
Telling her I was here for her, she said she'd be over in a half hour. Wrong as it was, I couldn't help myself. Like a guy addicted to drugs, I was addicted to the charms of my sister-in-law. She took her time coming over, maybe 45 minutes, but it was well worth the wait.