My name is Buddy Carlin and I'm laying here in my king sized bed watching my older brother Tom, fuck my wife. They're right next to me and he's pounding away like a stud and she's gruntin and sweatin and talkin dirty. She says she loves me, but she's been fuckin Tom regular for months. I'm laying here bouncing up and down in the bed waiting for him to finish her off and remembering how it all got started. It's a complicated story, but I re-live it in my mind every time I watch them fuck.
My brother Tom and I grew up in San Diego and graduated from USC a year apart with majors in computer technology and minors in business. Then Tom and I both took a big risk. We got jobs with a young, developing tech company making almost no salary but getting lots of stock options.
The company had an IPO after a couple of years and our stock options really paid off. I was able to marry my college girlfriend, Trish, and buy a really nice house in the suburbs with a pool and hot tub and a nice exercise room.
Tom bought a condo in a luxury complex and we saw a lot of each other both at work and in our off hours. Tom had a long time serious relationship with Janice, a gal he met in college. Janice worked at the Walker Art Museum and bounced back and forth from San Diego to London working on a Masters degree in Art History. Presently she was there for six months finishing her degree. Tom and I and Trish were spending a lot of time together while she was gone.
My marriage was great except for one thing. When I fucked Trish I had an orgasm before she did and then I wasn't much use to her with a droopy dick. But we got along pretty well with me eating pussy and her using her vibrator. She had some really good orgasms – or so I thought at the time.
Besides, Trish always said that "orgasms are over-rated" and she could never see why some of her girlfriends talked so much about the orgasms they had with certain guys. She had had sex with two or three guys in college and never had orgasms with any of them, so she had good reason to think the whole thing was over-rated.
I had looked up my endurance problem on the net and found out it was called "premature ejaculation." Knowing what it was didn't help very much because it was still frustrating for me not to be able to fuck Trish long enough to make her come.
Trish was a very horny woman and what happened, in retrospect, was really not very surprising. Tom was over at our place one Saturday night for dinner and afterward we smoked a lot of pot and had a lot to drink and decided to get in the hot tub – naked of course. We had been naked in the hot tub before, but somehow that night was different because we were all three really stoned out of it.
Trish is a beautiful woman with big boobs and great legs and sun-bronzed skin except where a tiny bikini left her creamy white. She has the kind of thick, curly-haired beaver that most guys like to eat. Tom and I are both six-two with good muscle tone, hair on our chests, and we are both reasonably well hung.
That first time he fucked her I know it was completely accidental. It was due to a combination of things: the booze and the pot and the fact that Tom was horny because Janice had been in London for a month. Trish was horny because I hadn't eaten pussy for several days and I simply lost control of myself. The first time may have been accidental, but from then on it was Trish's idea.
Now, months after he started fuckin her, I'm laying here in bed watching them fuck and remembering back to that first time. We had gotten out of the hot tub and laid on the big soft mat next to the tub. Trish was jiggling her tits and flashing her bush, and spreading her legs. She was laughing and moving around a lot giving us a great view of her body and I saw Tom staring at tits and pussy just like I was.
All three of us were laughing and joking and drinking and Tom was filling us in on how Janice was doing in London, but he kept staring at Trish's body. I wasn't really thinking about Tom – I was thinking about fucking Trish. She was turning me on. When Tom's story about Janice was finished, I started to get a hard on.
Trish saw it and reached over and pulled me close and spread her legs. She was just having fun. It was as much my fault as hers or Tom's because I should never have fucked her in front of Tom. That was an open invitation for him to enjoy sloppy seconds. I should have known that Tom would fuck her because he was horny from missing Janice.
But the booze and the grass must have gotten to me, because I climbed into the saddle and in about two or three minutes, like always, I had pumped my load. I was satisfied but, of course, Trish was not. She was still laughing and kidding around.
Trish rolled me off of her and when I looked at Tom I saw that he had a firm erection, standing straight up – almost quivering. She was as drunk and stoned as I was and, without a pause, laughing, Trish grabbed his hand and pulled him over between her legs, her knees high in the air.
"Do me," she said. She had a big smile on her face. She was expecting a laughing, friendly fuck. Trish and I had never done any swinging but I could see her thinking that, after all, Tom was my brother so let him get his rocks off.
It was a casual thing – nothing special – she was just stoned and happy and wanted to fuck some more and Tom had an erection and I didn't. But what happened turned out to be a big surprise for both Trish and me. It turned out to be far more than a casual fuck. It was a fuck that changed both our lives.
He slipped that big dick into her easily. She was wet from me, and her own secretions always made her pussy drip. He started to fuck her hard – much harder than I usually did.
I watched him pound her, with the hazy semi-consciousness from the booze and pot. Tom supported his weight on his hands and just pounded away. Trish had her legs spread wide and her feet high in the air, bouncing to the rhythm of Tom's powerful thrusts. He just kept on pounding her – steady and non-stop like a steam hammer.
The look on her face changed from a stoned smile to a look of surprise. She looked over at me, with an expression that said, "What the hell is this?" and then she looked back up at Tom's face. This was definitely not the fuck that she had expected, but it must have felt good because Trish closed her eyes and in a few moments she began humping eagerly.
It was hard to judge time because I was stoned, but it had to be a long time - maybe ten or fifteen minutes. When would he finish? I wondered. Trish was just laying there and taking it. How long can he keep on pounding her like this? As this hazy thought went through my stoned head, Trish groaned, dropped her feet to the mat to get better leverage, and began to pump her ass really hard.
Trish had never pumped like that for me with her feet down for leverage. She had never grunted either but now she was grunting loudly - animal grunts – grunting like a whore every time she took that big cock deep. Her eyes were clinched tightly shut and her face was a mask of lust and pleasure. I had never seen her this way in all our married life. Then she began to talk and mumble incoherently.
"Oh God – fuck me – Ahhh - fuck me hard – Ohhh – Arrr - don't stop – do me – I need it – do me - make me feel it! Fuck me deep!"
Trish never talked dirty when we fucked or even when I ate pussy. This was something completely new and different. Watching it was starting to sober me up.
Both of them were sweating now, even though the air was cool. I could hear their sweaty bodies slapping together as he fucked her. She was fucking back, matching him thrust for thrust, with her feet on the floor allowing her to lift her ass high in the air to take that big dick deep.
Watching them fuck this first time, listening to her grunts, I realized that he was doing something to that pussy that I could never do and, as I watched, I had the scary feeling that he was gonna enjoy that pussy again. No way could I ever fuck her like that – the way she obviously wanted – needed - to get fucked. My little two-minute fuck was never gonna satisfy this horny bitch ever again.
I moved closer and laying there supported by my elbow I watched, inches away, in a stoned daze, as his cock plunged in and out of her. I could hear the wet squishy sounds that a horny pussy makes when it's getting what it needs. I could see and hear his big balls slapping her in the ass.
Then after another few minutes – by now it had to be over fifteen minutes – Trish's body started to tremble and she arched her back to lift her tits up to Tom's hairy chest. She took a deep breath and held it, and I knew she was starting her orgasm. I had always given her gentle, soft orgasms when I ate pussy. But this was a far more powerful and violent orgasm than anything I had ever seen her have. Her whole body seemed to react to the contractions of her pussy.
Tom's rhythm changed too and he pounded her even harder than before and now Tom started to grunt and then I saw his balls lift up high and tight in his scrotum and the base of his cock began to contract rhythmically as he pumped his load deep into her pussy. I realized that her contracting pussy must have stimulated him to have his orgasm at just the right moment to please them both.
He pumped for a very long time – it was a massive load - and then they became still and silent as he collapsed between her legs. They held that position for a full minute, then both let out big sighs and Tom spoke as if to no one in particular.
"Jesus! That's good pussy."
Her eyes still clinched tight Trish held his face in both hands close to hers and said, "Oh God! Thank you!" She kissed him long and hard.
Then Tom rolled off of her, his cock soft and dripping, and both of them lay on their backs with their eyes closed, breathing heavily. Trish lay panting, with one leg stretched straight out on the mat and the other spread, knee bent, so her pussy was clearly visible. I watched a large stream of thick, creamy cum run slowly out between her engorged labia, down over her asshole, and drip off, forming a puddle on the mat.
Her pussy was spread wide. Tom had used it hard. Her inner lips were engorged and hanging out, loose, and they were covered with a foamy mixture of Tom's cum and her own copious secretions. His sticky cum was spread over both her inner thighs and soaked the curly rim of black hair that came down on both sides of her pussy from her beaver and circled around between her pussy and her asshole.
