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Something happened to me that I don't know how to describe. I can't talk to anyone about it, but I feel like I need to get it out, even if it is writing about it. I am having a rough time processing a situation that started innocently and turned into a bad reality. I feel guilty about what happened, and I am scared to death my husband will find out and leave me. I will start out at the beginning.
My name is Anna. I am a forty-four-year-old, married mother of an eighteen-year-old daughter. My husband, Chris, got married when we were twenty-five years old, and a year later, our daughter, Christine, was born. Chris and I have had a wonderful life together. Chris is a good man. He manages a local home improvement chain store. He has been employed with the company since he was twenty-two, the same age we started dating. Chris' family has always credited me with getting him to straighten his life out.
I credit Chris for changing my life. I have loved him since our first date. We have built a great life together for our daughter. I have worked as a receptionist at a local business for fifteen years. With us both having decent incomes, we were able to purchase a cozy, small two-bedroom house ten years ago. Our lives were good.
That was until about a year ago. Chris decided he wanted to turn our basement into a finished basement. Chris was going to do the work himself with his younger brother Jim. I like Chis' family. They are good working-class people like Chris and I. Jim, though, has always been trouble. Jim is the youngest of Chis' siblings. In private, Chris described him as the "oopsie brother." Meaning his parents had not planned on having more children after having three. Jim was a brash, sometimes lost thirty-year-old pain the ass. He has always struggled with responsibilities and depended on his siblings and parents to bail him out of his many jackpots. Jim lacked any redeeming qualities except that he was a super attractive young man. Unfortunately, Jim was always aware of how attractive he was. He was about six feet tall with jet-black hair and a ruggedly handsome face. He has always been a gym guy, going at least four times a week, and his gym time worked for him because he had a washboard stomach and an incredible body. Women would throw themselves at him, and he would take advantage of every opportunity that presented itself. He never had to chase after women. Even my daughter, his own niece, would glare at him lustfully.
Chris and Jim started the renovation in the fall of last year. They worked every weekend from noon until the early evening hours. My daughter and I made food for them and tried to help by getting them drinks or handing them tools when requested. Jim was on his best behavior when he was in our house. So much so that it shocked me. Chris has told me that Jim was maturing. Jim worked at the store Chris managed, and according to Chris, Jim was the best employee at the store. I was shocked at how much Jim had grown when I saw it in person. There were times when Jim would sleep over because he had more than three beers. I was not familiar with this version of Jim. Having him around was nice, and Chris enjoyed working with his little brother.
They finished the work right before Christmas. We bought a couch, a pool table, and a TV for our new family room. Before the work was done, we already had a second fridge in the basement. We agreed to a movie night to christen our new space. We made sure to let Jim know we wanted him to have a movie night with us. Over the past few months, it was nice having him around. It meant a lot to Chris, and I enjoyed watching them bond. Christine decided to go out with her friends instead of hanging out with her family. The three of us decided to have a toast. Chris went to retrieve a bottle of Southern Comfort. While waiting for Chris to return, Jim and I walked by each other in a tight area. I turned my back to Jim as he turned to his side so I could squeeze by. When we did this, my ass brushed against Jim's crotch. I quickly apologized. Jim had a smirk on his face as he told me, "That felt good, no need to apologize. Feel free to do that anytime you want. You have a great ass."
I was embarrassed by Jim's comment. I knew I was blushing because I could feel the heat rushing to my face. He was a hot thirty-year guy who had just complimented my ass which shocked me. I never would have expected someone who looked like him to compliment me like that. Don't get me wrong, I am not unattractive. I am a five-feet-two suburban mom. Meaning I am on the thick side of life. I have done a good job keeping my weight from ballooning. I have a pretty face with brown hair and eyes. I have thick thighs and wide hips thanks to childbirth. My best features are my d-cup breasts which have held up against time, and my big ass. I get a lot of looks from guys in their forties and fifties, but it has been a long time since someone in their thirties who looks like Jim has paid me any attention. I responded to Jim's comment, "Thanks for the compliment. It was an accident, though. You better not let your brother hear you say that. He will be pissed."
Jim smirked at me, which he typically does when he's up to something. "Well, don't tell him then. He doesn't need to know that you pushed your ass against me."
Jim was now using this interaction to flirt with me. I am not naïve. I know when a guy flirts with me. I thought I'd call him out on it. "Are you flirting with me, Jim?"
Before he could answer, Chris returned with the bottle of Southern Comfort and shot glasses. Once Chris poured the shots, we all yelled, "Cheers!" and drank the shots. I told Chris and Jim that I was going to shower before we started watching a movie. Chris and Jim decided to do more shots and play pool while they waited for me to come back.
Right before I got in the shower, I received a text. To my surprise, it was Jim. I was shocked by what he said. "Hey, I was flirting with you. Enjoy your shower. Thanks for the visual." My immediate reaction was anger. Of course, right when I started to like Jim, he did something stupid like this. Why would he do this? I was frustrated as I thought about what I should do. I decided to get in the shower and think how I would handle this situation. While getting dressed, I decided I would handle Jim's inappropriate behavior when my husband wasn't around. I did not want to start a big fight that would affect everyone that Chris and I cared about. People would feel the need to pick sides, and Chris would be devastated that his brother was inappropriate with his wife.
When I returned to the family room, Chris and Jim were still downing shots. I noticed the bottle was almost at the halfway mark. Chris said, "It's about time. We were starting to think you weren't coming back. Come get comfortable. We already picked a movie."
I gave Jim a dirty look, rolling my eyes at him. Then I looked at the TV and saw they had picked a western to watch. At the very least, they picked a decent movie. Now, the dilemma was the seating arrangements. Chris was at one end of the couch, while Jim was at the opposite end of the sofa. This meant that I was going to be between the two of them. Luckily for me, the couch was big. I sat next to my husband and had enough room to put my legs up. I had brought a sheet with me to cover myself. I always like having something cover me. Especially tonight. I was wearing a tank top with no bra and loose-fitting shorts with no panties underneath them. I wanted to make sure Jim had enough room, so I asked, "Are my feet bothering you? Do you have enough room?" while I continued to give him dirty looks.
Jim still had a smirk on his face. "Yes, Anna. I'm good, thank you for asking." He was such an arrogant prick.
We were all settled in as Chris hit play on the movie. While the movie played, Chris and Jim continued to pass the bottle of Southern Comfort back and forth to each other. On occasion, I would drink some. Unlike them, I wanted to be careful of my alcohol intake. I definitely couldn't drink like them. About an hour into the movie, it was evident that they had overdone it. When either of them spoke, their words were slurred. I was feeling good but not drunk. Jim had put part of my sheet over his lap, which wasn't a big deal at the time.
After a few minutes, I felt Jim's hand on my calf, massaging it. I quickly turned to him, glaring at him. I mouthed, "Stop it." Jim smirked and kept on rubbing. I was shocked that he was bold enough to be doing this with his brother sitting right there. I turned to look at Chris to see if he had any clue as to what was happening. I was not surprised that his head was tilted back with his eyes closed. I assumed Jim knew this, which was why he picked this time to do what he was doing. Again, I mouthed, "Stop it. Now."
Jim continued to grin as he mouthed back to me. "Make me."
I was so frustrated at this moment that I envisioned punching Jim in his face. I didn't know what to do or how I should handle this circumstance. I needed him to stop doing what he was doing, so I decided to distract him. I pointed to the bottle of alcohol, motioning for him to pass it to me. It worked. He had to remove his hand in order to pass me the bottle. I really needed a drink. Once I got the bottle, I took a huge gulp. When I handed the bottle back to Jim, I mouthed, "Be good. Stop it."
Jim just smirked and said nothing. He put the bottle back on the end table. Then, he put his hands back under the sheet. This time, he grabbed my foot, pulled it, and straightened my leg. When he pulled my leg, it caused me to move further down on the couch. Now, my head was on my husband's lap. Chris did not respond to my movements. This was not lost on me, but more importantly, it was not lost on Jim. Jim's hands returned to my legs. This time further up, on my thighs. His fingers were tracing the inside of my thighs, giving me the chills. I did not know what to do or how to get Jim to stop. I had hoped he would eventually lose interest if I let him have his fun. It wasn't like he could go any further than he currently is doing. My husband, his brother, was on the couch with us. I thought this would be over soon.
Jim's hand had a mind of its own. I had underestimated his skill. I thought his reach and rubbing were limited to about mid-thigh. I was wrong. I felt his fingertips reach my hip. Then he slowly brushed his fingertips back down to the inside of my thighs. Again, the chills hit me. At the same time, the alcohol I had gulped was now affecting me. This was a bad combination for me. I was so focused on waiting for Jim to lose interest. I did not consider that Jim would be able to turn me on. I suspected that Jim knew my body was reacting because he continued lightly sliding his fingertips on the inside of my thighs, occasionally stopping and gripping my thighs with a deep rubbing and then going back to his caressing. He was driving me crazy. I had not thought Jim's actions through. Now, he was getting to me. I was struggling to do the right thing but losing the battle.
I went from chills to burning up. I felt like I was fighting against feeling good. I liked the stimulation but knew I shouldn't. I slightly parted my legs to give Jim more access to the inside of my thighs. Again, I thought, why not? It wasn't like we could have sex with Chris being right there. I reasoned with myself that it was harmless fun. I did not know how wrong I was. Jim's fingers continued caressing when I felt his hand go under my shorts. He quickly moved his fingertips to the top of my mound. I froze once I realized how easily Jim got to my mound. He slowly traced a fingertip down my slit, then back up. There was no way he hadn't noticed how slick he had gotten me. I was drenched, and now he knew how he had affected me. His thumb found my clit as he slowly messaged it. I was losing my battle with Jim. I raised my head to look at him right as the TV turned off. The movie had ended a while ago, and I guessed it turned off because of inactivity. Now, it was pitch dark in the room, and Jim was dangerously close to giving me an orgasm. I needed to stop this. If I came, it would definitely wake Chris up. I needed to stop this.
I started shaking Chris, telling him, "Chris, wake up. We need to go to bed." When I did this, Jim yanked his hand out of my shorts. He faked that he was asleep.
