My husband’s brother’s slut — part 1
Hotwife Sheila is lusting her husband’s brother’s thick dick and that is only the starting point of her sexual journey
My wife, Sheila, was sitting there, her head down as though in deep thought. I had expected her to be happy, even buoyant. Our twins had just graduated from university, after all. No more tuition and on-campus living expenses. They both had great jobs that they would be starting the very next week. Our days of financial strains were over. Finally over! The kids weren’t even moving out of town. Their apartments were a few miles away, Shawn’s in one direction, and Shel’s in the other.
I decided not to butt into her thoughts but to let her cogitate. I clicked on the TV to catch up on the baseball scores and highlights. Sheila glanced up at the sudden sounds of sports announcers.
“I’m leaving you, John.” She said matter-of-factly, her voice barely audible above the television.
After lowering the sound level, I asked, “What did you say, hon?”
She was more assertive the second time, as though she had at long last made a final decision. “I am leaving you, John,” she said levelly. Her eyes bored into mine, daring me to react negatively.
My voice no longer worked. Nor would my mouth close. It simply hung open in stark disbelief and pointed in the same direction that my eyes were staring. I have NO idea how long I sat there, immobile, too shocked to think.
Sheila must have taken that as a sign to talk. “I am going to move out tomorrow.”
‘ToMORROW? What the hell? Move OUT????’ I realized my mouth had not moved, nor had I spoken, but my thoughts were as loud as if I were screaming.
“I know you’re kind of surprised.” Her voice was soft again, but there was no warmth there. Her eyes stared at the TV screen, looking anywhere but at my face.
Like most women, she could not stand the blank air, the silence, so she started talking, confessing to me, not to gain absolution but instead to inform me just how blind and dumb I had been for the last couple of decades. Sheila stood there looking at the shattered body of a man with both arms in casts and suspended from the gleaming chrome rack above, one leg in a cast, his mouth wired shut, and a headcast that extended down below his armpits.
Her mind could not comprehend that this man was being released from the hospital! And SHE was supposed to care for him? The task seemed monumental. Somehow the poor man, her husband’s brother, did indeed make it home, to her house, to the house where she and her husband maintained a fragile peace, a semblance of friendship.
The hospital bed and the wrack above seemed to take up the whole guest bedroom. Thank God it was a one-story house!
The nurses who had brought the shattered body in sedated him and explained to her that he would sleep all night. They showed her how to help him use the bedpan, change the bladder bag, check his IVs, and connect the liquid nourishments. After the first week, she became comfortable with the routine of her day, punctuated by the periodic care for Daniel’s bodily needs. Cleansing his tracheotomy was the part she liked least, well, that and the bedpan routine. She was giving Daniel his sponge bath that next afternoon when she noticed the hunger in his eyes. She was washing his genitalia.
His penis began to swell involuntarily in her hand. She had not really thought much about it before, his penis, but now, with it swelling and moving, it demanded that she look at it. She blushed as she felt a certain flutter in her tummy. She was touching her husband’s brother’s penis, and it was responding to her gentle ministrations. This was surreal.
Why had she never really thought about this before? Why had she never recognized that her gentle ablutions would arouse him?
Why was it arousing her?
Perhaps it was the sense of duty that made her ask. Perhaps it was that her husband had taken to falling asleep in his chair before he came to bed at night. But she felt a certain longing to ‘see through’ the swelling she had started.
Blushing, she looked at Daniel’s pleading eyes. “Do you need relief, Daniel?” she asked gently. He blinked hard once, which was their agreed-upon signal for “yes.”
The unwelcome butterflies in her belly began to flutter in random sensual caresses. She felt the unbidden heat in her own body begin to rise. She tried to deny her reactions but could not. When she looked back down, her hand was slowly stroking Daniel’s need. It was still growing in her hand!
‘My god, he’s bigger than I realized!’ She thought. He was still swelling as she watched her hand lovingly caress his swelling member. Still, it grew. ‘Thick, . … my god! Its REALLY thick!” She thought. Her soft fingers didn’t reach around it any more! And it was still growing! It’s core felt like steel under the soft coating of flesh. She could feel every little knobby vein along its enviable shaft.
Her eyes wide in disbelief, without even thinking, Sheila blurted out, “My GOD Daniel, you’re TWICE as big as John!” She was immediately incredibly embarrassed—even shamed. Her eyes sought his, as though begging for forgiveness. There were tears in his eyes. They were focused acutely on her small white hand, stimulating him. He uttered a strangled moan, then his manhood erupted in a six-inch geyser of white, milky wetness. And another, And another, And another.
Her hand was thoroughly drenched, his penis was awash in sperm, his fat, swollen testicles were covered in white stickiness, the bed was rapidly soaking up the liquids, and still he spurted!
She sensed more than saw him collapse into sweet release. The corner of his lips curled upward for the first time since his accident.
* * *
That evening, Sheila found herself uncharacteristically distracted. She could not get the seemingly sinful sensations she had experienced that day while touching her husband’s brother’s member out of her mind. She found herself standing there, still, her mind engrossed by the erotically mesmerizing feeling of such a member in her hand, pulsing, and then …. when he exploded ….such a huge amount of… crème . …. His utter satisfaction at her hands. . She smiled softly, her tummy a’fluttering with almost forgotten sensations.
She burned their dinner twice before she finally just ordered in Chinese.
That night, when her husband came to her in their marital bed, she did not repulse his advances. It had been a long time since she had welcomed his touch. But as she neared her orgasm, just as she crested the summit and felt her sliding toward Nirvana, she saw not her husband’s body but his brother’s. Slightly shamed, she allowed herself to fantasize about her husband’s brother’s penis filling her, stimulating her beyond anything her husband could manage, and found herself screaming in ecstasy over and over as her startled husband stopped moving, his face shocked by her sudden violently cataclysmic orgasm, her obvious ecstatic fulfillment from his touches. She had never done this before . …. with him. Five years of marriage, and suddenly his wife goes berserk during her cumming!
In fact, it startled her husband so much that he lost his concentration, losing his erection. As John’s limpness evacuated her liquid cauldron, she performed another first; she reached down and began to fig her clitty, not minding that her husband was watching her lewd actions and her wanton masturbation. She came five more times before she collapsed in utter blissful fulfillment.
Her husband lay there for several hours watching her satisfied, softly smiling face as she slept, sensing rather than understanding that things had changed between them. He could not decide if the change was for the better or for the worse.
During fitful sleep, John dreamt of losing... dreams of frustration in which he was losing everything he owned and valued. And no one cared.
Sheila found herself wonderfully rested the next day. She sprang out of bed with a smiling song in her heart. Rather than go straight to her shower, she poked her head into Daniel’s room to< make sure; she told herself that he was OK.
Her eyes were instantly riveted to the wonderfully large, strategically located bulge that tented his sheets. Sheila found herself wettening as she stood there transfixed. She licked her lips several times, wondering what Daniel would do if she were to walk over and touch him, just a little, just for a few brief seconds of nirvana.
It seemed her husband would NEVER leave the house that morning for work. The seconds drug by, tick after tick of the kitchen clock, as she sat at the breakfast table, her impeccable right leg swinging impatiently from above her left knee.
Finally, she heard the garage door close and her husband’s car start. Then, an eternity later, she heard the garage door return to its closed position.
Her heart thumping like Big Ben, feeling delectably intense thrills all through her body, radiating from her lower tummy, Sheila stepped silently to the garage door and peaked in.
His car was gone!
She hurried to the window in time to see her husband’s taillights flash from his breaking, the blinker flashing for his turn, as her husband’s car turned right to go to work. Alone with Daniel all day! There was no resistance between her legs as she sashayed toward Daniel’s infirmary.
As she walked eagerly into his room, he moved his only good limb, his right leg, pulling the sheet from over his gorgeous engorged manhood, already pulsing in full-blown need of her attentive caresses.
Sheila stood in the doorway for a few moments to collect her thoughts. Her eyes were riveted on the beautifully erect member that was pulsing in front of her, obviously craving her further attention. She felt her body pulsing in response. She felt her wetness beginning to gather. She felt her heart beating, thumping, in her chest. His manhood was so beautiful, plump, thick were the right word. She could not stop herself from wondering what it would feel like as it spread her small body open.
Daniel’s eyes were riveted on hers, pleading for her attention… again. She knew she wanted to. But it felt so exciting; it had to be wrong to feel this exciting, didn’t it? Somehow her body glided unguided across the room, and her arm extended to touch the masculinity of her husband’s brother again.
SO steely hard! So much harder than her husband’s less impressive member. Her finger glided ever so softly up and down the length of the belly of his impressive pulsing shaft. Then her fingers made a soft, experimental circle around Daniel’s plump, swollen scrotum. She wondered if he would spurt as much today as he had yesterday. My god, what a fountain had erupted yesterday!
“Do you want me to bring you relief again, Daniel?” She asked breathlessly. She could not tear her eyes away from his pulsing endowment, but she sensed his single affirmative blink out of the corner of her eye.
“I don’t mind helping you, Daniel. I know how hard it must be for you to not be able to find relief now.” Her hand began to stroke his steel.
She suddenly realized she had bent over and kissed his hardness. When her lips touched his shaft, she felt her hips jerk forward, as though reminding her that they too wanted to play with the magnificent penetrator.
Her shy eyes looked at Daniel’s face. “Do you mind if I kiss your… um . . …. thingy, Daniel?” She asked, blushing brightly, that she had not known what to call his member. She called her husband’s a Pee-Pee, but THIS one was not a Pee-Pee! No, this one was incredibly masculine.
Again, she fantasized for a few seconds what it might feel like buried deep within her body. She felt Daniel’s eyes watching her face. She smiled secretively, glad that he liked to watch her face as she toyed with him.
“Daniel, would it feel good to you if I sucked on your …. UM, . . …. cock?” There, she had said it! And that is what it was too! A COCK! She smiled secretively to herself at her own boldness. She refused to suck on her husband’s pee-pee. It felt so dirty to even think of it. But Daniel’s, that seemed different to her. Daniel’s eye blinked a long, slow, grateful blink this time, as they stared intently at her succulent lips, poised just a few inches from his glans. Drops of clear wetness oozed slowly from his opening.
Sheila attentively stuck her tongue out to collect the clear fluid poised there on the tip of his prick. It was tasteless! She had not expected that. Encouraged, she swirled her tongue around the plump head. It jumped into her hand. She loved that she had power over it. Her lips kissed the tip of Daniel’s glans. Daniel’s hips lurched voluntarily, pressing his needy, begging manhood against her lips, pressing her upper lip away from her lower lips. His wet tip touched her teeth. Daniel groaned, as though possessed of a spirit.
Sheila felt like giggling. It touched her heart that Daniel needed her ministrations. Her mouth opened, and she placed the head of his cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling the glorious softness of his cock head’s flesh. Had she really heard herself moan? She pressed her mouth further onto the delectable steely softness. She surprised herself immensely by acknowledging to herself that this was fun! Her mouth began to suckle the cock in her soft mouth. It felt so good, so right! Soon she was testing how deep she could take it into her mouth. Her head began to bob slowly up and down as Daniel moaned in rhythm to her movements.
Sheila hoped she would be able to tell before Daniel could no longer contain himself, so that she would be able to pull off and finish her duty with her hand, watching his impressive geyser again. Daniel grunted as he placed his free foot on her head and began to spurt.
Sheila’s cheeks bloated wide before her mouth began to spew the sticky, sweet cream that was erupting inside her mouth. Daniel’s hips were thrusting his member into her mouth, and his foot was holding her head down. Sheila had no choice but to swallow as much as she could. Daniel continued to spew jet after jet into Sheila’s suckling oral cavity. What she could not swallow ran out of her mouth and down his shaft, saturating his testicles, and then soon thereafter, the bed below his bottom.
After a few moments, Daniel slowly relaxed his leg, allowing her head to escape it’s fate. In awe, Sheila realized that her body was so wet that her own clear liquids were running down and out of her uncovered opening. She glanced up at Daniel’s face and saw tears of gratitude in his eyes again. She swallowed again, trying to rid her mouth of the salty sweetness that Daniel had deposited there. She blushed as she smiled shyly at him.
Softly, she murmured, “Did you like that, Daniel?” Daniel’s head, immobile, could not move, but his shining wet eyes and the slight upward movement of his upper cheeks told her everything she wanted to know. Sheila carefully cleansed his skin and bedding, all the while not bothering to cover Daniel’s maleness. She half hoped that he would get hard once more, so she could again make him happy with her mouth and hands. But it was not to be. He seemed to drift off to sleep after she had finished with her nursing tasks.
She sat there at his side, watching him sleep as she thought over what they, the two of them, seemed to have started. She slid the sheet back so she could see his member as he slept. It seemed to move about constantly. Lengthening, then shortening, rolling from side to side, then repeating the cycles of movements.
After a bit, Sheila felt her need to use the bathroom and left to do her duty. When she returned, his cock was erect again, pulsing, even as he slept. He made cute little murmuring noises as he dreamed. Unable to resist her impulses, she began to stroke his thickness even as he slept.
At first, his member was only semi-hard, but as she continued to caress him, he became intensely hard again. The sensations of his veins and the slight irregularities under his skin thrilled her sense of touch. She coddled his testicles as she moved her hand up and down his shaft. Sheila enjoyed her frolicking for over fifteen minutes before his member began to shrink again. His eyes stopped moving as Daniel fell into a deep motionless slumber. Sheila’s groin felt as if it had been pumped full of liquids and made to hold them for much too long. The pressure inside her seemed almost overwhelming. She took an oath to admit to herself that she was turned on. Until now, she had never been afflicted by such mundane things as getting turned on. But now …. now she knew… begrudgingly knew, she was feeling giddy with this unfamiliar need.
Sheila began to fantasize in earnest about what Daniel’s member would feel like inside her.
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