Birthday Wish
I tried to bring my mind back to a semblance of reality. How had this happened? How did I wind up here? I was a mother, wife, church elder and member of our local PTA. I was a pillar of the community and considered to be ultra conservative.
I was on my back, my legs waving in the air, clawing at the sheet of my bed. I was screaming obscenities and begging for more as a thick hard cock pounded into me. My screams were silenced when a second cock jammed down my throat. I was reduced to gurgling sounds as my spit ran from the corner of my mouth.
I, the pillar of our Christian community; was a total slut and whore and loving every second of it. While my dear loving husband was only feet away sitting in a chair masturbating to his third orgasm. The sheer perversion folded in on me and my mind clouded over again as an uncounted orgasm roared through my ravaged body.
It was a wish, originally a birthday wish that had morphed into an anniversary, a Christmas, a birthday; you name it. My husband Curtis had never hidden the fact he wanted to see me with another man. For years I had poohooed the idea, pushing it off as a mere male fantasy. As the years went by, Curtis never let go of that one wish. I would ask him what he wanted for his birthday and he would say the same thing. Then, as time went by, I would ask for Christmas or our anniversary, and the answer became the same.
I had considered it a joke until this last year. When I asked him what he wanted for his fortieth birthday, he all but begged. I asked why, and to be honest the reason startled me. He considered himself lucky to even be married to me, talk about boosting a woman's ego. He considered himself not 'worthy' of me; though I tried to convince him otherwise.
This sense of abject inadequacy fed into his hidden desire to be cuckolded. He described what it would feel like watching me with another man; and honestly I was shocked at how hard he got just talking about it. He hadn't been that hard in years by the looks of his jeans.
It made me stop and look at myself, not just as a wife and mother, but as a woman. I spent a fair amount of time on the treadmill; and was proud of how at almost forty myself I still could fit into my wedding dress. I measured a trim 36-24-34; and the 36 was D cup, which meant it shoved out the front of any reasonably tight top or dress.
Oh I'd seen the hungry looks from other men; and I always clung to Curtis arm all the tighter when we went out, seeing how men watched me. Curtis was my first and my only; I have never desired another man my entire life. Just the concept of sleeping with another man sent tendrils of creepy up my spine. But as I gazed into the bathroom mirror that night and really looked, I realized what my loving husband meant; because no offense, the image looked back was not bad.
There was a week left until his birthday. IF I did this, how would I even go about it? The last thing I wanted was some stranger between my thighs; and the next thing I didn't want was a blabber mouth that would stain everything Curtis and I had worked for. No, it would have to be someone I knew and trusted; so from my aspect, that eliminated everyone.
At least until two days later when Eric my brother was over helping Curtis work on his car. Eric is a mechanic so it was the most innocent thing. It was also July and he had his shirt off, and when I stepped out to offer them a cold beer, this man turned around and my eyes swept down a chiseled chest, bulging biceps, a tight six pack, and a package trapped in his jeans to put a porn star to shame.
The mother and wife in me shuddered at my sudden perverted thoughts; the woman in me almost wet her panties. I handed them their beers and watched them work for a few moments. The scary part was, I could do it with him, I suddenly realized. God to have that pressed down on my body, to have him pounding into me, I backed into the house trembling as all of it rolled through my brain.
I heard the kitchen door after a couple more hours, and Eric walked in. I could hear the car pulling out of the driveway as he sat at the kitchen table. Curtis was taking the car for a test drive, and Eric would wait to make sure everything was all right. This was my chance; my one and only chance; to actually make Curtis dream come true. I stepped up to my brother, and thrust my chest out at him. I knew the test drive wouldn't take long, which meant I didn't have a lot of time for pleasantries.
"Eric, do you remember when I caught you peeking at me in the shower?" I asked.
"Yeah" his face flushed red.
"Did you jack off to me?" I dropped my voice into a conspirator whisper.
"Wh...what?" he looked up shocked, his eyes locking to my breasts.
I reached up and popped the first button on my blouse, his eyes widened. I popped the second button and he stared as the top lace of my bra showed.
"Do you want to see them?" I husked.
"Megan...what are you doing?" he asked in a strangled voice.
"I asked you a question first, now answer it honestly." I told him; as the third button on my blouse came free.
"Jesus yes" Eric half moaned.
I pulled my blouse open; exposing my bra encased breasts, and then leaned forward letting them hang right in front of his face. He was starting to sweat as his eyes never left my breasts.
"How hard are you?" I pressed him.
"Oh my God Megan" Eric shuddered.
"Do you want to fuck me little brother, is that it?" I hissed in his ear.
"Jesus Megan, what is going on?" he choked.
"Here's the deal" I told him. "Curtis wants to be cuckolded, he has for years. Next week is his fortieth birthday; I want to give him something special." I told Eric.
"You want to fuck your big sister, then here's the deal; in front of him; while he watches. Think you can do that?" I waited for his reply.
"You're kidding right?" Eric finally looked up at my face.
I reached up and gripped the top edge of my bra, and with a jerk pulled both cups below my breasts. As they popped free, Eric's eyes dropped and he stared at my now bare breasts.
"Does this look like I'm kidding" I hissed. "Now answer the question before he gets back. Could you do it in front of him?" I asked again.
"Sis, I could fuck you in front of a theatre full of people" Eric rasped back.
"Good answer" I pulled my bra back up. "I'll call you tomorrow and we can start working on the details" I told him, just as I heard Curtis pull back into the driveway.
When Eric heard the car, he rose and headed for the door; but not before I saw the python trapped in his jeans. What have I gotten myself into, was my only thought.
The next day I finally screwed up my courage to call Eric. We spent the first hour with me again explaining how Curtis wanted this, and it had to be in front of him. It took some convincing but eventually Eric seemed to believe it. While my husbands' birthday was actually on Thursday, I figured it was best if we did this Saturday night, that way no one had to get up early the next morning.
We worked on a time and other minor details. The location was set as here at our house since I wanted it to be a total surprise for Curtis. I told Eric I would send Curtis out of the house somehow; and then he would slip in to find his wife in our marital bed with another man. It was a scenario Curtis had often described to me through the years.
For the next few days I started making some plans. I figured if I focused on the small details, it would keep me from thinking of the big picture; that I was going to fuck my brother in front of my husband.
What I didn't know, was that while I was making plans; other plans were being arranged in the background. Plans that deviated considerably from what I had in mind.
I need to stop at this point, and tell you the reader that 'we' have two children. Curtis and I were married fairly young; he was twenty and I was eighteen. Everyone was so sure it would fail, even both of our parents; but Curtis and I made it work; we struggled through a lot of hardship together; and I think in some ways that was what drove me to give him this for his birthday; that he had done so much for the last twenty years and in a way I owed this special man something.
Either way, our eldest Breeanna, or Bree; was born nine months after we were married. Was I pregnant when we were married? I don't know, but we fucked like rabbits for the first ten years so God only knows. Bree is now married and has a child of her own; and while Curtis and I both had reservations about her marriage; knowing our own history there wasn't much we could say.
Curtis junior, or CJ; is twenty and in his second year at state university. Technically he lives at home; but being away to campus meant I didn't need to worry. Except.....
It seems Uncle Eric and CJ were a lot closer than I thought. To the point that apparently Eric; still unsure, had gotten in contact with CJ about the 'proposal'. CJ, ever aware of his fathers' one kink; had confirmed things and Eric had spilled the beans about my proposal.
What ensued; was plans within plans that I had no idea about; plans between a horny Uncle and his no less horny nephew. Plans that dwarfed mine beyond recognition, and I had no idea.
Thursday night I had done my hair up, was all dressed and Curtis and I went out for dinner and a show. It was the perfect pretense to get dolled up, something I wanted for Saturday. It was also something I would do for my husbands' birthday; and it salved his mind as to what my present was.
Friday Eric called and we confirmed the plans.
"Be parked along the street about six" I told him.
"You'll text?" Eric asked.
"Yes, I'll send him to the store and text you." I told him.
"Should I just come in the house?" he asked.
"Yes, I'll be upstairs in the bedroom waiting." I shivered at the thought.
"Jesus this is like a dream" Eric whispered into the phone.
"Do me a favor" I have no idea why the thought came to me. "Don't jack off the rest of today or tomorrow" I let sultry drip from my voice.
"Jesus Megan" Eric moaned into the phone.
"What's the matter little brother" I teased. "Someone have a boner?" I joked.
"You are becoming incorrigible" Eric husked back.
"Just remember, I want to give Curtis the show of a lifetime" I told my brother.
"Don't worry sis" Eric half growled. "I'll give him one hell of a show while I fuck you senseless" he grated.
I shuddered at the thought. For the first time it hit me, I was really going to fuck my own brother; and he WANTED me. This was becoming more and more perverted the further it went.
