My Husband’s Brother’s Slut | Part 3
Hotwife Sheila is lusting her husband’s brother’s thick dick and that is only the starting point of her sexual journey
Sheila parted her nether lips and watched with Daniel as he placed his big toe against her wetness. Without willing herself to do so, her hips began to pulse against Daniel’s toe, driving it slowly deeper and deeper within her. The realization that a man’s part, not her husband’s, was entering her organ made her randy beyond understanding.
Sheila heard herself making animal noises she had never made before. Her body seemed to be demanding that she become a woman without restrictions. She wanted to do things she had never done before. She wanted to be a naughty woman. Whatever that means, she told herself.
Sheila found herself soaring, her spirit suddenly free of the things her mother had told her, free of those negative self-images that she had been told her whole life.
She found herself glorying in her new-found sexuality. She wanted more. She wanted it all. Her hands somehow found her breasts, caressing them, tugging lightly at her own nipples, and fondling herself as she began to lose control of her inhibitions.
Daniel raised his second toe and began to caress her little button as she pulsed up and down on his big toe. Watching his toe enter and leave her, over and over, was incredibly erotic to watch. She found her mind wondering what his more proper member would feel like if IT were to enter her.
Try as she might, she found that as she became more and more needy of his touches, the less she could watch what was happening, what she wanted to happen. Had she been able to see her own face, she would have noticed that her eyes were rolling up, passing behind her eyelids as she rose toward Nirvana. And those noises she was making! ‘Where did I learn to do that?’ She fleetingly wondered as she felt her whole body begin to shudder.
Her scream of cumming was long and wholesome. And then Sheila remembered nothing.
That night, when her husband came to her, she found herself strangely unresponsive to his efforts. When he had finally exhausted himself inside her and turned over to sleep, Sheila lay there in the darkness on her back, her legs still spread, her eyes focused in the pitch black darkness of her bedroom ceiling, her mind fondling the memories of the afternoon. Her body felt as if she had received a wonderful massage. She felt relaxed, vital. She smiled dreamily as she drifted off to sleep.
Sheila dreamed of babies.
* * *
When, after a few more weeks, Daniel came back home from the doctors without his body cast, Sheila was beside herself, fervently hoping to be able to enjoy more of his body. But he was very sore, and he tired easily for almost a week, during which an anxious Sheila’s libido seemed to steam like a pressure cooker during canning season.
At the end of that week, Daniel’s head and neck cast also came off, and his jaws were unwired. There would be a lot of plastic surgery, but his lopsided smiles pulled at Sheila’s heartstrings.
Her hands were extra gentle as she bathed and cared for him during this period of change and renewal, her wayward eyes often straying to his groin, hoping to see interest for her. once again on vivid display. She woke from troubled sleep many times, imagining the feeling of his touches on her body, her body saturated with desire, her need written all over her face as if she were with him.
But her overpowering desire seemed not to extend to her husband. She found herself less and less tolerant of her husband’s sexuality. She tried hard not to show it. But her body’s lack of response was becoming more and more evident. At least to her.
Then, one morning, when she came into Daniel’s room, he was staring at her face, a soft smirk on his face.
He continued to smirk at her as he murmured softly, “There is something extra special for you under the sheets this morning, Sheila. Check him out!”
Sheila glanced down. She could scarcely believe what she was looking at! His member was straight up! Not laying against his belly, but sticking straight up, a beautiful tent of desire.
“He’s all for you, baby!”
Her fingers trembling, she slowly pulled the sheet down. She held her breath as the base of his manhood slowly came into view. ‘OOOOhhhh!’ she thought, ‘just look at that magnificent thing!’
When she reached for him, Daniel gently stopped her hand. “I want to cum inside you this time, Sheila! Help me to stand. I want to fuck your cunt doggy style!”
Sheila could scarcely believe her ears!
In their mutual excitement, Sheila almost dropped him. But finally he was standing, and she was properly situated. The sensations of his fingers on her bare bottom and her inner thighs sent thrills to her toes and to the top of her head. She heard herself moaning as the room seemed to go dark, her eyes closing involuntarily in her rising delight.
After an eternity of tormented waiting, Sheila finally felt the head of his desire pressing lightly at her opening.
“OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GOD yes! Oh god! YES Daniel, put him inside me and fill me with your manhood!”
Daniel chuckled. “What I am going to do is stick my fucking cock into your wet cunt and fuck the shit out of you, slut! And today you will throw your pills away right after we’re done! You are mine now! ALL mine! I am going to knock you up, and you are going to be my kids.”
Sheila instantly began to cum, her voice rising to a wail, then a scream as Daniel took her like a real man SHOULD take a woman. Her body had never before shuddered as it did that morning. He took her to the abyss of darkness three times that morning.
And true to his threat, Daniel did make her go off her pills that very afternoon.
* * *
As Daniel healed, his various casts were periodically removed, and his ownership of her body became more and more demanding. Sheila had reveled in her newfound sexuality. She adored being treated as his sex object. She learned to permit Daniel to utilize her other orifices for sex. She learned to enjoy dressing like a slut when he took her to neighboring towns. She began to revel in her secret sexuality. She began to fantasize about even more daring and exciting acts of depravity.
She never told her husband ‘No’ when he came to her with his needs, but her body became resolutely, steadfastly her husband’s older brother’s; she became Daniel’s unquestioning slut.
No longer did her body respond to her husband’s advances.
Then it happened: she became pregnant. She was certain it was Daniel’s, in as much as her husband had been out of town on business during her fertile period.
Her darling baby turned out to be a pair of bouncing cooing twins, a boy and a girl. Her husband had welcomed the news of his coming fatherhood, blissfully unaware of his mistaken assumption of paternity. She had never told him she had gone off her birth control. Being the optimistic man that he was, he undertook his parenthood in stride with great pride. And he had been a wonderful father to their two darling, bright little urchins that looked very much like him, despite their actual paternal lineage.
Sheila had, upon Daniel’s direction, had her tubes tied to permit her lover to continue to use her unprotected.
Over the ensuing years, Sheila had become more and more Daniel’s slut. She reveled in every new use of her needy body that the two of them could dream up.
Sitting there, her face and body completely still, watching the flashing colors on the TV screen as she told her husband that she was leaving him, she began to silently reminisce of the many incredible things she had done for her dominant master, her husband’s brother.
She remembered the time Daniel had taken her to a Superbowl party and sold her for money to one of the other fans. Watching the money transfer from her first John’s hand to Daniel’s had been the most exciting, overpowering sense of sexuality she had ever felt. Knowing she had been sold to sexually satisfy a total stranger had made her body sensitive to touchings in a way she had never experienced before. She remembered, there in that hotel room, that with just her and her first John, she had become obsessed with being the very best she could be.
It had been as John entered her for the third time that night that she had begun to use the four-letter words that suddenly were so perfectly apt for what was happening. Her utterance of “OH GOD YES, fuck your god damned cum up my cunt.” Knowing he was without protection inside her body had caused her to orgasm with an utter abandon that thrilled her to her very soul. The john had taken her six times that night, each time leaving her wanting more and more of the sublime humiliation of not having the luxury of saying no. She was now a sold woman, and she reveled in her newfound debasement.
The man, her first John, had several clients that she had spent the next weekend with, their whore for the weekend. Daniel had arranged it all. And, true to the form that they had tacitly agreed upon, he always allowed her to see the ‘prostitution money’ transferring hands. Daniel allowed her to see that she was again the whore that seemed to make her inner core come alive. She had taken all four of them over and over until none of them could harden.
Yet she found herself wanting even more.
After such prurient evening episodes, returning home to her staid, naïve, trusting husband had also been a secret thrill. Her secret life as a fuck whore for her owner seemed to make her public life as a mother and a wife a welcome counterpoint to her secret life.
Then one New Year’s Eve Daniel had found a new way to use her. At a party where her husband and children were enjoying themselves, Daniel had taken her to a back bedroom and then begun to guide interested clients to her. She would lock the door after each group of men would enter and then fuck them with abandon until each and every one of them were satisfied. She had entertained at least twelve men in that room, servicing each and every one of them in ways that she was sure only she could do, before Daniel came in and used her cum filled ass for himself.
Sheila had slept until four o’clock the following afternoon, using the complaint of having a headache to keep her family at bay.
It was that same January that she had told her husband that she wanted to have him move into the guest bedroom so she could sleep better. She told him his snoring kept her awake and even woke her up at night.
John had not even complained; he simply methodically moved his clothing and his pillow into the guest room, and that very night he slept apart from her.
She had ecstatically locked the door to her bedroom that night, turning to lean against it as she felt her body freshen as, grinning, she thought about her new freedom to be her secret slutty self. That act of locking John out of her bedroom somehow signaled her final act of submission to her owner, her husband’s older brother, her master, her pimp. It was that night that she had shorn her tangle from between her thighs. Her eyes had adored her newfound innocence in the mirror, the body of a child but the cunt of a slut, her hand caressing her seemingly innocent nakedness until she had cum hard.
Daniel had come to her after she called him, told him what she had done and enjoyed her newly emerged cunt for the entire night in what had been her marital bed.
Soon, Daniel began bringing other men over for her to serve during the nights, after he had used her until he was sated, of course. She would let them in the back door, satisfy their needs, then wave a fond goodbye to them when they left an hour or two later, bidding them, “Cum back soon!”
Soon Daniel was bringing two or three Johns to her back door each night. Daniel gave the men a discount if they fucked her during her period. It was during her monthly periods that she found she would have the most intense orgasms.
During all of this, the design of their house, the kids bedrooms upstairs and facing toward the street, her bedroom on the back of their house near the back gate to the alley, and the excellent sound barrier of the master bedroom’s walls made her family seem naively unaware of the slutty whore their mother had become.
She smiled wistfully when she remembered the first black man that Daniel had brought to her for servicing. True to rumor, he had the largest penis she had ever experienced. The way that it had filled her, stretched her, and challenged her to accommodate it still brought a wistful smile to her face each time she remembered it. And the fact that his skin was so dark, coupled with his huge, strong hands and brilliant smile, caused her libido to surge in ways she had not thought possible. The things he said to her, called her, and did to her brought a thrill to her body that she had begun to lose during the intervening years. His hands had been so rough with her, taking her hips and slamming his hugeness into her in a way that made her know that she was his toy to use however he wanted to. She had reveled in her stretched soreness the next day. After he had left her bed, her whore’s chambers, she had investigated her body closely, wanting to see what such a huge member had done to her delicate< little white body.
When she had told Daniel of her fascination with the black man, he had begun bringing exclusively black men to her door. Their dark presence began to supplant her other fantasies. The perversity of being their slut, their little white slave, began to take on a life of its own. She was thrilled in her role of little white slave slut cunt whore to the black men that enjoyed her skin color so.
Daniel began to book her for parties of black men, such as bachelor parties. She would come home from those filled to capacity in every opening of her body, her clothing a mess of white goo. Letting herself into the back door to her bedroom in the early morning hours after such debauchery, she would go the full length mirror in her bathroom and marvel at how much of their cum her body still retained, or, like royalty on a Lipizzaner stallion, rode upon her alabaster skin. She would open her cunt lips and watch their commingled cream-colored essence run down her even whiter thighs. She would turn away from the mirror, bend over, and open her rear portal, watching their seed run from her stretched soreness.
She would then sleep for an hour or two, fix breakfast for her family, get them off to school and work, then sleep the full day, arising in time to fix supper just like any other stay-at-home mom.
Her devotion to pleasing Daniel was her overriding mission in life. The rest became just window dressing. Daniel paid for house cleaning and the other things that she was too busy to do.
Her life seemed to be charmed, with all the sex her body craved and a family that was seemingly happy and content. The kids were doing very well in school, had lots of friends, and her husband seemed to understand and accept his being unwelcome in her bed due to his perceived snoring problem.
It all worked so well!
* * *
Sheila found herself becoming quite moist as she told her husband about all of her exploits, her cheating, and her outrageous infidelities. She found herself tending to embellish the sensual stories of being used by multiple men, even gangs of men, even though the stories all by themselves were indeed incredible, beyond her husband’s previous tame imaginings.
For John’s part, he could scarce believe that his seemingly staid wife, the mother of his children, was confessing, even bragging, about being an absolute slut. And for, of all people, his own brother! And then to discover that his children were not even biologically his own children? His whole world had changed, crashed in a flaming heap of rubbish. Everything that he had worked for for twenty-five years was a lie? Everything he had worked for was a sham?
John found himself too hurt, too shamed, to even cry. He dared not speak for fear of bursting into tears.
John, his head bowed in shame, his being overwhelmed by a deep sense of betrayal, simply sat there as his wife got up, collected her already-packed bags, and left.
Sheila bounced onto the car seat beside Daniel, bussing his cheek as she giggled, “You should have seen his face when I told him that you have been fucking me for over twenty-five years, honey! It was a HOOT! He just sat there, not even talking, not even crying, just listening to me tell him about how you have sold me and fucked me and made me your whore! GOD, I am so wet thinking about finally telling him about how I am your slutty cunt whore now!” She shuddered in lust. After all this time, she was “going home” to serve her Master!
Trembling with excitement, Sheila reached down to undo Daniel’s trousers, pulling his thick cock out and voraciously suckling him as he drove down streets with cars on both sides of them, her bobbing head visible to anyone looking.
Daniel pulled his whore’s tits out into view, toying with them, tugging at their ripe nipples, even enjoying watching men in adjacent cars straining to see her sucking his cock, ogling her naked tits on display.
After he had filled her hungry mouth with his sperm, he said, “Well, cunt, I have a party for you to do tonight. Thirty-seven guests registered. They hired you because I promised them you would take them all on until they could not get hard any more. So you ready for a damn fine gang bang?” He stuck his fingers into her ass, finger-fucking her ass-cunt as he visualized all the men filling her with their eager young cocks.
Her soft, cock-stifled moan of anticipation was her only answer.
John was numb for two months. It had taken him three weeks to stop expecting to smell her perfume when he got home. He continued to sleep in the guest bedroom, even though the master bedroom was empty now.
During the third month after her leaving, John found himself beginning to occasionally have sexual thoughts. Then one night, he awoke at 3:11 AM. His cock was as hard as iron. As he lay there, he remembered that his dream had been one in which he watched his soon-to-be ex-wife fucking man after man.
His hand tentatively explored his stiff, steely cock, its hard shaft, and the excruciatingly sensual feeling of his fingertips on his cockhead. It took only a few brief moments until he felt his cock swell into orgasm. It happened so fast and was so overpowering that he could not stop his own self-pleasuring.
He was asleep within seconds after his chest and hand had been saturated by his too long retained pent-up sperm. His chest heaving from the intensity of his orgasm, he realized that it was the sickening thought of watching his wife fucking other men that had made his orgasm so incredibly powerful.
Ashamed of his prurient thoughts of his wife doing other men, he could not stop his new obsession with her incredible sexuality.
He soon found himself masturbating every night to his memories of her bragging confessions. His hand would move faster and faster until he would explode under the covers as he visualized his wife taking the sperm of man after man deep inside her womb, of how she had been so used by so many men over the decades of their marriage.
“Honey?” Her voice was plaintive, not quite begging yet.
It took John a few seconds to regain his voice. He decided he had to act pissed off. “Yeah? Whadayawant?” Feeling suddenly powerful and able to deny her tears, he smirked, seeming indifferent to her unexpected phone call. His hand still on his cock, his fantasy of watching her fucking black men interrupted, and he watched his hand stroking himself in the bedroom mirror as she talked.
“Can I come home, honey? I miss your hugs and your arms around me like we used to when you came home from work. I miss how much you loved me. I realize now that your brother doesn’t love me. He’s only interested in pimping me with his whore and how much money I can make him. Honey, I want to come back home and try again with you, baby. OK honey?”
She began to cry.
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