My Husband’s Brother’s Slut | Part 2
Hotwife Sheila is lusting her husband’s brother’s thick dick and that is only the starting point of her sexual journey
Sheila could scarcely wait until Daniel reawakened. She sat in the chair beside him, watching his chest rise and fall. Twice during his sleep, he seemed to dream of sex, his cock hardening with his dream desires. Each time she moved to his side and enjoyed his steely shaft, caressing it and stroking it, hoping she was enhancing his dream with her actions. She wondered if it was her that he was dreaming about. She had hoped so.
Sheila found herself freeing her own breast so that she might toy with her body even as she toyed with his. She could not stop herself from leaning over and allowing her plump, erect nipple to caress the veins in his wondrously erect penis. Then she ran the tip of his penis across her breasts, having freed the second plump mound from its slight confines for reasons she did not fully understand.
The front door opening, then slamming shut, made her realize that she had spent the entire day with her brother-in-law, Daniel, not once thinking about her husband, John.
Hurriedly stuffing her plump orbs back into her blouse, she scurried across the hallway to the master bedroom, passing straight through, then quickly closing the bathroom door behind her. She leaned against the door as she mentally fawned over the unbidden pleasures she had felt during the day while she experienced her husband’s brother’s body.
Alone at last, she allowed her finger tips to caress her skin. Unbidden, her hand traveled down across her flat belly to her tangle. She wondered if Daniel liked his women to be natural like she was or if he preferred a trimmed appearance. She tried to visualize what she would look like trimmed, or even more exciting, bald! Oh GOD what would her husband say if she cut all her hair off down there? Would he even notice?
She knew he would, of course. Her husband was a very observant man, after all. Without conscious thought about what she was doing and why, she placed her buttocks on the edge of the bathroom counter and spread her thighs widely to give herself unfettered access to her pleasure center.
Ashamed of thinking about sex like this, she looked down and was startled to see that her fingers were caressing her nether lips. In fact, her thighs were ever so lewdly parted, and her fingers were delving into her further and further!
Unable to stop herself from self-pleasuring, she decided to find out what it would feel like to touch herself like she thought a true slut would. This was all new territory for Sheila!
She cocked her wrist enough to allow her fingers to enter her sensuous opening deeply.
Closing her eyes, she visualized Daniel’s cock entering her there in her . . …. wetness. Her fingers moved deeper and faster until she could feel her body rising into the star-plasted night sky.
“Sheila? What are you doing, honey?” It was John’s voice.
Ashamed beyond belief, she jerked her hand away from her neediness, stammering some sort of gibberish as if it excused what she was doing.
Her husband dropped his trousers and stepped between her thighs, his cock in hand. He pulsed it up and down her already sensitive opening. Then he pressed himself into her.
Crimson faced, Sheila could not stop herself from skyrocketing, even if the too small maleness inside her was not her fantasy lover’s. She felt herself hurtle over the moon on her way to the evening star, and then she passed out cold in a blissful mewling agony.
* * *
John, stunned by how turned on his wife had been for the last few days, stood there, his cock still pulsing from his strong cumming, wondering what he was finally doing right that had suddenly made his wife such a sexual being. Not that he was unhappy with this turn of events, mind you; it was just that she had always been able to take it or leave it. Sex was just not a priority for her. Until yesterday.
And then again today. John mulled the changes in his wife’s behavior over as he showered. He could not detect any changes in his own actions.
He finally decided to just enjoy the welcome, even if it was surprising. He grinned wryly at the incredibly pleasurable sensations he experienced when his wife’s sweet little cunt started to pulse and shudder around his cock. Yeah, he liked the changes all right!
Sheila, mortified that she was acting like such a slut in front of her husband, was a bit upset with herself. ‘How could I just let myself go like that with John?’ she scolded herself. ‘Women aren’t supposed to act that way with their husbands!’
But her mind soon started thinking about Daniel’s wonderful endowment, how deliciously exciting it felt in her small little hand. And then her mind began to think about how it would feel in other places. She found that her mouth was beginning to water. And she found her womanhood beginning to freshen. She blushed when she realized that her body seemed to be preparing itself for Daniel’s conquest. As soon as she had that thought, she tried to force herself to think of other things . . ., like the laundry she needed to do.
But, unable to stop herself from thinking about such things, Sheila squirmed a bit in her seat, for the first time feeling her lips caressing the chair’s cushions she was sitting on.
Could she really allow her husband’s brother to take her? Would she dare? She felt her panties become sodden as her body reacted to her unaccustomed, bawdy thoughts.
That evening, she was surprised yet delighted to learn that her husband would need to be at a meeting until quite late. Guiltily, she found her mind inevitably thinking about touching Daniel again, relieving his ‘discomfort’.
She fought her carnal thoughts for what felt like several hours before she suddenly decided that he surely would need some nursing attention before she retired to bed. Not allowing herself to check the clock, she went to her bedroom to put on her night clothes. While not willing to admit why, she selected the filmy, seductive black one that her husband had bought her for their anniversary earlier that year. She had deliberately not worn it that night so that she would not have to subject herself to John’s advances. She had then placed the nearly transparent form-fitting garment in the bottom of her underwear drawer, telling herself that she would wear it for John on some other special night.
Sheila did not allow herself to think about why she had decided to wear it on this particular night. She felt her heart quicken as she padded down the hallway in her black, high-heeled mule slippers, deliberately not looking at herself in the mirror as she passed.
She found herself grinning widely when she entered Daniel’s room. “Hi Daniel! Anything I can do for you before I go to bed?”
Daniel’s eyes were instantly riveted on her bosom as it jiggled wonderfully while she walked toward him. Her heart leapt for joy as she watched his bold eyes lovingly caress her curves. She turned sideways so that he could see the full, unfettered shape of her loveliness. Her heart and mind watched his crotch expand, tenting his sheets as his brazen eyes fondled her lasciviously. Daniel raised his knee, then eagerly moved his sheet down to expose his growing endowment.
Sheila’s hand went automatically, knowingly, to his hardening shaft, caressing it with her fingertips without even willing herself to do it. He felt SO good in her hand! So natural to feel as though she should help him with his little problem, his need for relief. After all, a man had needs, and he certainly could not take care of himself with both arms and one leg immobilized in a cast. Wasn’t that what a nurse was for?
“Do you need relief again, honey?” She asked coyly. His eyes blinked a clear answer to her question.
Sheila immediately, eagerly bent forward to take his erection directly into her soft mouth, knowing but not admitting to herself that Daniel could clearly see her deliciously curvy breasts and aroused nipples as her nightie fell open to his lustful gaze. She took his cock to the back of her throat, wanting him to know she was doing this act of kindness willingly.
As her head bobbed up and down on his member, Sheila moved forward, unwittingly moving her thighs to both sides of Daniel’s foot. She gasped when his toe began to caress her wetness through the black gauzy fabric. She heard herself moan at the ‘accidental’ touch. But she did not withdraw her hips. After all, she was only meeting the poor man’s needs, right?
Encouraged, Daniel began to rub his toe along her furrow as delicately as he could, hoping against hope she would allow him to explore her body with his only mobile part. When her hips began to move her crotch along his foot, it was enough. He shot his fertile, copious cream deep into her suckling mouth.
Suddenly Sheila began to buck against his foot in a violently explosive orgasm, her mouth taking his spasming cock deep into her throat, her tongue caressing the sensitive underside of his erection as if it were inside a woman’s vagina, suckling and lathing him better than he had ever felt before.
Daniel’s spurting orgasm lasted even after Sheila collapsed in petite morte.
* * *
Sheila awoke to find Daniel’s flaccid penis still luxuriously within her mouth, her happy groin cradled in the arch of his foot. The pressure of the cradling arch of his foot on her still sodden wetness reminded her of just how excited she had been when Daniel’s toe had begun to caress her opening. Her soft groan of happy satisfaction reawakened Daniel.
She smiled up at him as she raised her torso off his leg, knowing he could look straight down her nightie and see her naked breasts, her turgid nipples, even the soft curve of her punani if she held her hips forward.
Somehow knowing that this was her husband’s brother that she was enjoying made her tummy flutter again.
‘Is it possible I am becoming multi-orgasmic?’
She wondered. ‘Wow, would that be fantastic!’
Carried forward by her impulsive feelings, she asked shyly, “Daniel, do you like my breasts?”
Daniel’s long, slow blink, combined with the shining tears of appreciation in his eyes, answered her question in a way that made her smile, deeply happy.
His silent adoration emboldened her.
She grinned wickedly and asked, “Daniel, would you like to penetrate me with your toe?” She giggled at her bold, suggestive act of teasing.
She glanced at the clock to make sure her husband would not catch her in this yet boldest act of violation of their marriage vows.
Daniel’s eyes stared at her for an extended moment before he blinked his emphatic “YES” at her.
“OH GOD Daniel! This is such a turn-on! I don’t know why, but this turns me on more than anything in my life ever.” She kissed his foot, mostly because it was the most visible part of him that was exposed, but she found herself wanting to suckle his toe as if it were his penis. Using her lips and tongue, she lathed his largest digit, sucking and caressing her soon-to-be penetrator. “Want to watch it go inside me, honey?” she asked, partly to tease Daniel but also to fulfill the need to be naughty that seemed to be growing stronger within her.
Daniel’s emphatic blink “YES!” Was all she needed to set her course of action into motion.
Little did she know that with that decision, she had passed the brow of a hill that would carry her through many years of coyly submissive behavior to this man, her husband’s older brother.
Without allowing herself to think further, she stripped her nightie off over her head, feeling its caress as it drew up her body, caressing her tummy, breasts, and nipples as it flowed sensuously across her alabaster skin. It felt like Daniel’s fingertips caressing her flesh that so desperately needed further fulfillment. Daniel’s earnest eyes, caressing the flame of her neatly trimmed tangle, were the sweetest touch she had ever felt.
Sheila stood there, shoulders back, her tummy held in, her mound thrust forward as if in willing offering, watching Daniel’s silent eyes staring at her suddenly naked body. She reveled in how his eyes traveled from breast to breast, then lingered as they caressed down her flat stomach to the swell of her mound, then stared in rapt worship at her wetness, her opened tunnel of her widely opened rose flaming petals.
Sheila blushed in humble thanks for his obvious reverence and his silent, palpable appreciation of her body. She would remember later that was that exact moment when she gave herself to him without reservation.
The radio began to play that 60’s song she had never understood before, the one that exclaimed happily, “Yummy, yummy, I’ve got love in my tummy . . .”
Amazed, she realized that she understood now, with Daniel’s sweet cream within her belly, his act of love to her. It was as though so many puzzles in her mind were suddenly made clear, as if the fog of her lifelong naiveté lifted to reveal her as the gloriously sexual being she had suddenly become under the silent tutelage of this helpless man before her.
She giggled, a woman for the first time in her life.
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