So as awful as I feel about this, I still feel the need to tell someone. I can’t trust telling anyone I know because I’m terrified that word will get back to my husband so this is my only outlet to let loose. So here goes.
I want to have sex with my brother in-law.
I think about it quite often when I’m alone or when I’m masturbating…Don’t get me wrong I LOVE and ADORE my husband but I can’t help but wanting them both.
I’ve even thought about them both. at the same time…I know that its disgusting and it would never happen but if it did, I probably wouldn’t say no…I’ve even caught myself wishing for it. I often think of the both of them stepping into my bedroom, my husband giving his nod of approval and his brother stepping towards me as I sit on the edge of the bed. Him stepping so close in front of me that is spreads my legs a bit more. I can see his cock is already hard through his jeans and I can’t help but drool at the thought of taking it into my mouth. He looks down at me and licks his lips. I catch my breath as his eyes move to my breasts. He lifts his shirt above his head and tosses it onto the floor. I place both hands on his chest and slowly rub down then stop just at the waist of his pants. I look up and he smiles at me. I bite my lip and unbutton his jeans…His hard, thick cock springs free and he catches his breath while waiting for me to touch him. I place my hand at the base of his shaft and lick the tip of his head. He closes his eyes and tilts his head back a bit. I take more and more of his length until he hits the back of my throat. He moans and puts his strong hands on the back of my head, urging me to suck him. I move my head along his hard cock and I cant help but release a moan myself. I can only imagine how good he would taste.
Our most recent encounter was last weekend, we had a funeral to attend together. I know again, awful…but I digress. My husband had dressed up in a suit and looked damn sexy and it took all I had not to get on my knees and suck every drop of cum from his cock but I resisted, we were burying his grandmother today after all. So we got in the car and went to drop off our daughters. After we did so, we headed to the funeral. When we got there I saw my brother in laws car, I couldn’t help but go back to my fantasy even if it was only for a brief moment as we found a parking space at the funeral home.
I would stop and look up, he meets my gaze, smiles again then kicks off his jeans. He grabs my legs and lays me down on the bed. I’m not wearing anything but my nightgown. I never do wear anything but a gown, its cooler for me that way. I feel his cock pressed gently on my clit and I moan at the touch. He climbs on top of me and our eyes met once more then he kisses me. Shoves his tongue into my mouth and grabs my right breast. I play with his tongue and softly bite his bottom lip. He tears his face away from mine only to take my hard, pink nipple into his mouth and begins to suck on it. I arch my back to meet him and put my hands in his hair. He bites down on my nipple and I gasp as i scrap my nails against his scalp.
I went back to reality once the car was parked and we walked in. Hand in hand, my husband and I walked into the funeral home. As soon as we came in and step in front of the guest book my husband flags down his brother. He walks over wearing a black suit, a blue dress shirt and black tie with multi colored shapes on it. He had a slightly unkempt beard growing on his face and I could help but wonder what it would feel like against my thighs as he went down on me. He smiled at me and felt my knees getting weaker. I smiled back and stared at both my husband and his brother. God were they handsome. Dark hair, blue eyes, muscular build. If the devil looked this good then no wonder everyone gave into temptation so easily. My pussy was throbbing at the site of them. My mind wandered back to my little dream world as I watch them both walk and talk to grieving family.