My husband's side of the family thinks that I am a round heeled slut and I suppose that I am, but only because my husband and his brother made me one. No, that's not entirely true; Tom's bother made me a slut, Tom just didn't stop him.
Tom and I had been married a little over eight years. As far as marriages go I guessed that ours was a pretty good one. We had our ups and downs, but the ups always greatly outnumbered the downs and whatever the troubles we managed to work our way through them without any lasting damage to our relationship. As far as I know Tom didn't run around on me and I had never cheated on him. Our sex life was adequate, but the excitement had died down a little. Frequency was okay - three or four times a week - but the passion seemed gone. I suppose that it was because we had gotten used to each other and had started taking each other for granted which might have contributed to what happened, but the major cause was my husband's lack of backbone where his family was concerned.
Tom's brother Joe is an obnoxious asshole. When we were dating Tom took me to meet his family and I hadn't been in Joe's presence for five minutes before he started making crude sexual comments to me right in front of Tom and Joe's wife Shelly. Neither of them said a word about it, just looked away. When we left I asked Tom why he had let his brother get away with talking to me like that and he said, "Don't sweat it honey, that's just the way he is. You just have to ignore him."
Well, I have been trying to ignore Joe for eight years, but it is hard to ignore someone when you are forced to be around them. Weddings, funeral, birthday and anniversary parties, Thanksgiving and Christmas are all family affairs and as soon as Tom and I arrive Joe starts in on me.
"Damn Karen, your tits seem to be bigger every time I see you. You gotta show them to me one of these days." "Karen baby, it's about time you brought that sexy body here for us to look at."" "Hey, here she is guys, the sexiest woman in the family. Wouldn't you just love to do her once?"
It went on like that for eight years and every time I would ask Tom to do something about it he would just shrug his shoulders and tell me that I should just accept it as a personality quirk. "He doesn't mean anything honey, it is just his way of complimenting you."
"Well I don't want compliments like that. I find them sexist and demeaning and I'm totally fed up with it. I'll give you one more chance to straighten him out and stop him from embarrassing me. If you don't do it I'm going to start doing some embarrassing of my own."
I even made several attempts to talk to Shelly about it and pretty much got the same response from her as I got from Tom.
Two weeks after I gave Tom the 'do something or else' ultimatum we went to Joe and Shelly's for Shelly's birthday party. At first I thought that Tom had taken my ultimatum to heart and had talked to Joe because Joe didn't greet me with one of his sexist remarks. I relaxed and for the first time in ages I was actually enjoying myself at a family party. Two hours into the party it became apparent that Tom either hadn't talked to Joe or he hadn't been forceful enough. I was drinking beer and I had the bottle up to my mouth and I was taking a long pull on it when Joe said, "Whoa, look at that. Would that mouth do a job on a cock or what?"
I looked over at Tom and he looked away and pretended that he didn't hear or see anything. Okay I thought, I warned you. I put the beer bottle down and looked Joe right in the eye, "I suck great cock baby. Would you like to find out first hand?"
Joe looked at me with a shocked look on his face and then he looked over at Tom who was standing there talking with Shelly.
"Don't bother looking at them and don't worry about them saying anything. Both of them have had eight years to say something and they have kept their mouths shut so obviously they don't care one way or the other. You want me to do it here in front of every one or have you a quiet place we can go to be alone?"
Joe just stood there with his mouth hanging open and inside I was laughing my ass off because everyone in the room was looking at Mr. BigMouth just standing there looking stupid. Then I decided to take it a little farther. I grabbed him by the hand and pulled him behind me into his den which was just off the dining room and I closed the door behind us. Joe was still stunned by what was happening and he just stood there as my fingers found his zipper and pulled it down. It was at that point that I expected Tom to come storming into the room and put a stop to things and then I would go back to the party and laughingly tell everybody that Tom had kept me from having anything to do with Joe's teeny-tiny little weenie.
But Tom didn't come through the door.
Okay then, I'd go to plan B. I'd fish Joe's cock out of his pants and then run from the room and tell everybody that Joe had a little itty-bitty dick. Then everything changed - I got my hand on Joe's cock. Even without seeing it I knew that something was wrong. It wasn't even hard and it was still a handful. I felt it twitch as I pulled it out and when I looked down at it I got the surprise of my life. In it's flaccid state it was twice the size of my husband's cock when he was hard. Joe's cock grew in my hand and I couldn't take my eyes off of it as it extended. My fingers were all the way around it when I reached into his pants and took hold of it, but as it grew it pushed my fingers apart and when it stopped growing my hand would only go halfway around it.
