My husband's brother. This took so many years of flirtation to come to fruition. I met him when I was 20. He was twenty-two. He was in the army and I had just had my second child. This man was beautiful. Blonde hair and blue eyes. He looked like an army ken doll in his desert fatigues. He was always in and out of our lives. He would be deployed all over the world and then show up at our house when he was in town hiding from someone. He moved in and out of our house several times and the sexual tension was always palpable. Even my husband noticed. My husband's brother and I were always very touchy feely with each other. I could never bend over without getting my ass grabbed or slapped. I enjoyed every bit of it. I especially enjoyed it when he did it in front of my husband or his wife.
For years that is all it was. Maybe we sat a little too close to each other. Maybe we sat outside for too many hours after our spouses and children went to bed. Nothing ever really happened. The last time he moved in with us is when I decided I hated his wife. I like nothing about her. He doesn't like her either. I wished every day that she would leave and he would stay in my home with me and my husband and kids. Life would be great if that could happen. They moved out after a few months and the sense of loss I had for him not being a constant part of my everyday life was ridiculous.
I got fortunate when my truck broke down. Who else was I going to call? It's not like my husband was going to come save the day. I called his brother. He helped me get my truck home and offered to fix it. I thought he offered to fix my truck because he was bored. I was wrong. He wanted to be near me. If fixing my truck would be enough for him to be near me I was not going to stop him. I decided to ride with him in his truck to the auto parts store. I was staring at him. He kept stealing glances back. I am not sure how the subject came up but I did finally tell him that I found it very difficult for all these many years to keep my hands to myself and off of him. To my surprise he felt the same way.
Being mature and grown and in our thirties, we decided to talk about everything that could happen and how we felt about it at that moment before things went any farther than ass grabbing. We talked about it for months and one day he finally kissed me. When he kissed me I could feel it everywhere. He and I took things slow. He would drop by and steal kisses. He would suck on my nipples and rub my pussy. I would rub my ass on his erection. That is where it ended. We also did this dance for months. The waiting was getting to me. I wanted him inside me.
After trying for almost a year the day came where we could 'talk'. That is how we let each other know that we wanted to fool around. A quick text saying 'I need to talk' was our way of letting each other know the coast was clear and we could fuck without getting caught. I could kiss this man for days. But when the day finally came for us to fuck we were both very nervous. I am still not sure why he was nervous. Neither of us were virgins and we weren't getting any from our spouses so it seemed like a convenient solution for two horny people to get laid. I knew why I was nervous that day. He embodied everything I wanted out of a life partner. Sure he had flaws but the connection we have always made the flaws and bad times manageable to work through because we have a mutual understanding of how fucked up we both are. I knew I loved him in ways that would break my heart and destroy my life.
So what is any good house wife to do when she is about to fuck her husband's brother? I pounced on him. We kissed for long moments enjoying each other. The timing was not very convenient and neither was our location of being stuck in my kitchen. I hopped up on the counter wearing only shorts and a tee shirt and spread my legs inviting my husband's brother to come inside. He started slow. He put one finger in me and made me moan. He pulled my shorts over and licked my pussy while he fingered me. I begged him to put another finger inside of me and he did. It felt wonderful to have him finger fucking my pussy. He alternated from licking my pussy to sucking my nipples to kissing me all while keeping that steady rhythm of his fingers exploring deep inside my pussy.
For a man who has killed many people he was very gentle with me. I accepted his gentleness even though everything in me was screaming for him to be rougher. I wanted him to assault my pussy. I wanted him to rip me apart, but he was gentle and kind. He was a giving lover. I had told him how much I love to be fingered and he fingered me until his hand was covered with cum. And then he fingered me again to make sure I was satisfied. I came twice but there were no explosions on my end. But it was our first time really being able to get into it. I couldn't leave him unsatisfied so I let him fuck my pussy from behind while I was bent over in my kitchen. He enjoyed himself and came very quickly. I was not expecting a man like him to be so small but I got mine and he got his. No regrets right?
Wrong. There was instant regret from both of us. We forever changed fifteen years of friendship. We didn't talk for about two months but it was ok because we each have our own families and lives. But I missed him and he missed me. We went back to just fooling around because no matter how mature you try to be, sex complicates friendships.
One evening he dropped by and we were sitting outside with my husband. I didn't sit out there for too long with them. Just long enough to find out my husband's brother decided to leave his wife and to be accused of eye fucking him while I was sitting there. I was eye fucking him. Even though the actual act of intercourse was lacking everything else we had was great. I couldn't take it anymore and neither could he. He came over a few days later knowing I would be home alone all day. We talked a little and it was awkward. He asked me if I wanted to be with him again and I honestly wasn't sure that was a good idea. He told me it was fine with him either way and that if I wanted to stop we could. I told him that I knew he cared if we stopped. My reason being that I am awesome and he would miss me. He smiled and laughed. His laughter and smile reached his eyes and he grabbed me and kissed me and told me I was awesome.
