This story focuses on the theme of cuckolding. It also includes sexual situations between a brother and sister. If these things don't interest you, please do not read further. Thanks for your time.
This is Part 3 of the story, please read Parts 1 & 2 for proper context. Thanks.
*
"Can you get my purse, please Hon," my wife said as she adjusted the hot water.
My wife had just had two explosive orgasms while fucking Ron and both Ron and I had cum inside her tight pussy. I was certain she would be content to head back to the room. I was seriously confused as she stripped off her dress and bra and turned on the shower.
"Let's get showers back in the room," I said.
"No, let's stay a little bit longer. Didn't you think that was hot?"
"Yeah, it was hot but we got what you wanted. I saw him beg, just like you wanted. We have memories to last a lifetime. You fucked him enough. Let's head back."
Amber stepped closer to me and grabbed my cock. "Pretty please? I promise I will make it up to you. I'm still horny babe, aren't you?"
I was at a loss for words, "I don't know. Can't we just go back to our room and fuck?"
My wife pulled my cock some more, looking me dead in the eyes. I could tell she was a little drunk but she shocked me when she said, "I want to fuck him one more time. Please, I need to get it out of my system, I've never felt anything like his dick. Please Mike. One more time, I want it. I want to infuriate your sister some more too. I will make it up to you."
My dick was getting hard again. At this point I figured what did it matter? Ron had already fucked my wife's face, her tits, and cum inside her. How much worse could it get? I may as well let my wife "get it out of her system".
I walked out of the bathroom to get Amber her purse as she got in the shower. The bedroom was empty but I could hear voices on the deck. I grabbed her purse, dropped it in the bathroom, and walked out onto the balcony. There was a small hot tub tucked into the left side of the balcony. Ron was sitting leisurely with both arms spread out wide on the lip of the hot tub, with my sister tucked under one of his arms, leaning on his chest.
"Hey Mike, I wasn't sure you guys were sticking around," Ron said.
"I told you they wouldn't leave," My sister replied to Ron. Then she turned to me and said, "Where's Amber?"
"Taking a shower," I said sheepishly.
I stood there in silence for a few seconds when Ron said, "Just tell him the truth will you?".
"I have told him the truth, this is for his benefit. I don't think Amber has been transparent with him," She quipped.
Ron urged her on, "He's your brother for christ's sake. He looks lost right now, you have to tell him the whole story."
My sister shrugged and started talking fast, "Don't be upset, Mike. You are the fifth husband to be in this same position?"
Confused, I said, "What do you mean the fifth?"
"I guess I'll start from the beginning so you understand. I caught my first husband, Tom, in bed with my best friend at a party and it destroyed me. The dual betrayal, the depression; it sent me into a really bad and lonely place for a long time. I even considered suicide. I tried to get over it, and Tom swore that my best friend, who was married to her high school sweetheart, had pursued him relentlessly and I just didn't believe him. My best friend told me that Tom had taken advantage of her in a moment of weakness and that she loved her husband. I believed my friend and divorced Tom."
"Either way, I figured it had to be my fault, I was a bad person, a bad wife, a bad friend. I felt that way for years until I met Ron. Ron and I were very open with our past relationships and our feelings. He told me how as a single man he often struck out with single women but was ruthlessly pursued and hit on by married women. His friends, co-workers, and even strangers wives would often flirt and try to get him in bed. I began to wonder if I was wrong all along believing my friend."
My sister continued, "Maybe some married women are just genetically predisposed to cheat, or they wanted to relive their single days, or possibly they just get bored with their husbands? Ron told me story after story of married women being much more forward than single women. I was skeptical, so Ron and I conducted our own experiment. We would 'test' any couples in our circle that stayed at our shore house. The first one was Ron's good friend from college who had been married for 5 years and had three kids. Ron told me how his friend's wife had often flirted with him, sometimes in front of her husband playfully but aggressively when her husband was out of sight."
Ron nodded at this. Nicole said, "We invited them over for a weekend a few years back. She flirted with Ron all day. To test her limits I mentioned to her in private I wouldn't be mad if she wanted to mess around with Ron. That same night, she slipped out of bed with her husband and came to our room and gave Ron a blowjob while I watched. The very next night Ron had her bent over the couch while her husband watched and jerked off."
Ron smiled as if recalling that night. Nicole continued, "The second couple was my good friend from work and her accountant husband. I dropped a few hints to her about Ron's virility and within a few weeks she was begging Ron to fuck her while her husband encouraged Ron. There were two more after that. The last one, before your wife, was my old best friend who destroyed my first marriage. I called her under the pretense of rekindling our friendship. Two months later she was on her back like just the others with her husband watching in tears. Only two wives of the seven couples we are friends with resisted and have shown no interest in betraying their husbands"
I was raging at this point and said tersely, "So you decided to include my wife in your sick test?"
"No. We never even considered it with family but your wife initiated it and I felt like you needed to know the real woman you married. Do you remember when we went to the bar and sat on the deck last year?"
I nodded.
"Well, Amber and I were sitting at the table chatting when one of Ron's football buddies came up and asked me, ''Where's Ron Jeremy?'' Your sweetheart wife asked whether Ron's middle name was Jeremy. I laughed and explained that it's a porn star's name. She didn't get it and asked if Ron looked like this porn star. I told her oh god no, but a certain part of him does. She eventually understood the reference and continued to ask question after question about Ron's cock. I got tired of her asking and told her that a huge dick isn't all it's made out to be and that it often hurts and sometimes Ron gets mad when I am not in the mood."
"I told her this for two reasons. The first being that it was true, the second is that I wanted her to forget about it. I did not want her to be like one of those women, I was hoping your wife really was the demure perfect woman she always pretended to be. I thought she was over it but when you guys came to visit our shore house she continued to probe and then....well you know the rest."
I was in shock. "What do you get out of this? I don't understand. Why did you tell me you wanted to surprise Ron for his birthday? That you never did something like this before. Why not just tell me the truth?"
"I told you knowing that if you wanted it to happen you would tell her what I said. I didn't know if you would tell her but I was absolutely certain if you told her that she would come to our room. You could have just kept it to yourself you know? And honestly it is a birthday present for Ron, he enjoys our tests and putting these women in their place. Your wife is the prettiest of the five so I know he is enjoying himself more than usual," she said as she elbowed Ron.
Ron shrugged his shoulders, smiled, and nodded.
"As to what I get out of doing this? Well now I know that it was not my fault that my first husband did what he did. All those years of depression because my whore friend couldn't control herself. I am comfortable with myself now. I know I am a good woman and a good wife. I enjoy watching my husband punish these women and making their husbands feel small. He enjoys doing it and I enjoy watching him. We have no secrets," she said demonstratively.
I looked at Ron with new appreciation. I had assumed he was just a dumb jock, a super nice guy, and somewhat innocent in this. Meanwhile, he was silently pulling the strings behind the scenes. He had convinced my mentally distraught sister that all married women were whores and was now reaping the benefits by having sex with most of their friends wives. All with the approval and collaboration of my sister. What a life! He had a beautiful wife who helped him fuck or 'punish', as my sister put it, at least five women since they've been married. I had to at least respect the game he was playing. His nonchalant attitude about it all made it seem almost ok to the men he was cucking. While his massive dick fulfilled the husband's deep seated fantasies.
I thought back to the first time they wanted to measure his cock and he feigned like he was shy or didn't want to do it. He knew the end game all along was my wife bouncing up and down on his dick. He had my sister brainwashed and used her mental anguish to his favor.
I felt defeated over the whole mess. "So what am I supposed to do now?", I said nearly in a whisper, mostly to myself.
My sister replied, "She is just like the rest of them, Mike. You need to decide whether you can live with her after this. The fact that she is taking a shower and is presumably looking to go another round with Ron should help you in that decision."
Just then, I saw the door to the bathroom open and Amber walked out wearing her tight silver dress. As her husband, I felt a little sick seeing my wife all dolled up for another man's pleasure. As a man, I looked at her and saw a stunning petite blonde. She looked refreshed, her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, her makeup was perfect with hints of glitter, lips painted red, she was now braless and her nipple outlines showed through the silver dress. She would make most men drool, she looked like sex incarnate, and she was ready to get fucked again by someone other than her husband.
