His brother's wife

Joel glanced around the room. The table was set, the wine had been poured, and he was pretty sure that his sister-in-law was ready to serve dinner. If only his brother were home — which he wasn’t, and from the tone of the conversation he heard drifting from the kitchen, his brother wasn’t going to be home anytime soon.

“Goddammit!” Carrie’s voice was sharp and high as she returned to the dining room. It looked like she had to hold herself back from slamming her phone down on the table. Instead, she took a deep breath, then picked up her glass and took a gulp of red wine.

Joel wasn’t married, but he knew enough about women that there were certain times when it was best to say nothing. Based on the scowl on Carrie’s face, he guessed that now was one of those times. Nevertheless, he spoke up.

“Something wrong?”

“Will’s going to be late,” Carrie said, and it sounded like she could barely contain her anger. “Not just late. He’s not going to make it at all.”

“Stuck in traffic?”

“No, stuck in the office,” she said. “A meeting came up and he just can’t miss it. Again.”

“Ah, that’s too bad,” Joel said. “Do you want me to go?”

“Why would I want you to go? And waste everything I cooked all afternoon?” she asked, waving her hand toward the kitchen. “Stay and have some dinner, at least. But first I need some more wine.” She topped off her glass and slumped into the chair across from Joel. “You know, a lot of women wouldn’t put up with this,” she said. “Especially with how things are between us right now.”

“What do you mean?”

She shrugged. “You might as well know,” she said. “We’ve been trying to keep things quiet, but they’ve been bad between us for a long time now. I can’t even remember the last time we slept together, in fact.”

Joel’s jaw dropped open slightly. “I don’t get it,” he said. “Leaving a beautiful woman alone like this…it’s just not right.”

“You think I’m beautiful?”

He felt his cheeks grow warm. “Uh, well…I mean….”

“Joel, are you sexually attracted to your own sister-in-law?”

His cheeks went from warm to hot. “Uh, I uh…” he managed to get out before his voice died. He had, in fact, been hot for Carrie for years now, but he’d never expected her to call him on it.

She burst out laughing. “I’m just teasing you,” she said. “But for the record, I think you’re handsome too.”

His blush went to full bloom as his gaze fell to the table. “Thanks, Carrie,” he muttered. “Well, so anyway…what are you going to do about Will?”

She sighed. “There’s not much I can do. He only cares about his job now. I don’t think he even notices that I’m upset, most of the time.”

“Maybe you need to teach him a lesson.”

“Yeah, maybe you’re right…” she said, trailing off. She gave him a long look, like she was really thinking about what he’d said, then lifted her glass and drained the rest of her wine in one gulp.

“Whoa! What got into you?”

“More like, who’s gonna get into me,” she said, then pushed her chair back and went around the table to his side. She slid her hand across his cheek and gave him one last look, as if she were still a tiny bit unsure, but then leaned over and pressed her mouth to his.

Joel was surprised — shocked, even — but he was also a man of flesh and blood. Carrie slipped her tongue into his mouth and he sucked on it, hard. His cock came to life almost immediately, swelling in his lap as Carrie thrashed her tongue against his. Almost involuntarily, Joel reached out and ran his hand up her leg, holding her by the back of her thigh.

When their kiss finally broke, she stepped back and gave him a look like he’d never seen on her before. Her eyes were lit with a dark fire, her lipstick was smeared, and her chest was swelling with each breath.

“What was that about?”

“Like you said, he needs to be taught a lesson,” Carrie said. “And I can’t think of a better lesson than fooling around with his brother. Can you?”

Joel leaned back in his chair and gave her a long look. Her blouse had come loose from her skirt, and a long strand of hair had escaped from her bun. Her lips were full and waiting for another kiss, it seemed. She had never looked hotter, and after years of suppressed desire, he was ready to let himself loose. “No,” he said. “I don’t think you have any other choice.” He was about to leap out of his chair and sweep her into his arms when she stuck her hand out and raised one finger.

“Don’t move,” she said. “You stay right where you are.”

A look of confusion drifted over his face but disappeared almost immediately as Carrie dropped to her knees and moved close, between his thighs. His cock had already begun to harden with her kiss, but as she reached for his zipper and undid his pants, he felt himself throb as he came to full attention.

Carrie grasped him through his underwear, squeezing him firmly, and a smile spread over her face. “You’ve got a nice big rod there, Joel,” she murmured. “I think it’s time to come out and play.” She pulled down his waistband, freeing his cock, and her smile grew even wider. “Nice and big,” she repeated, yanking his underwear down even farther before letting her hands roam all over his cock. Her eyes had lit up like it was Christmas morning and she’d just unwrapped a present just for her.

Joel slid one hand across her cheek, letting his fingers trail across those full, luscious lips; Carrie nipped at him like a puppy and he slid two fingers into her mouth. She sucked hard, and the sight of seeing her on her knees like that, his fingers gliding in and out of her wet mouth, made him pulse in her grip again. It was terrifically sexy, but it wasn’t what he wanted just then. Joel let his hand slip away and he buried his fingers in her hair, pulling her face-first toward his groin.

Carrie slid her hand gently up and down his rod while she cupped his balls, and she put her mouth so close that he could feel her warm breath bathing him. “Tell me what you want me to do,” she said. “I want to hear the words. I want you to make me feel naughty.”

“Suck me,” Joel said, simply. “Take my cock into your mouth. I want your tongue all over me. My rod. My balls.”

Her breathing grew heavier and she leaned forward to let his flesh press against her cheek. “I used to suck your brother’s cock,” she whispered, letting her tongue slip out and brush against the smooth skin on his underside. “But I want you in my mouth now. Does that make me a slut?”

“It makes you my slut,” he said. “But just for me. Now get to work.”

Carrie raised herself up a bit, gave him a smoldering last look, then opened wide and let his cock slip into her mouth inch by inch until she had taken the whole thing inside.

“Oh, fuck,” he muttered. His rod pulsed strongly in her throat, and his hands flew to the back of her head, as if to hold her there in case she had any ideas about pulling back.

He needn’t have worried. An appreciative purr rose in Carrie’s chest, as if she felt like he belonged there, and she slowly began to bob her head. Joel could see her cheeks hollow out from how hard she was sucking him. Her mouth was so hot, so wet, that almost from the get-go he had to fight to keep control while she worked him.

After a minute of the best blowjob he’d ever had, she slowly eased her head back and let him slip out. “God, I love your cock,” she murmured, and placed a sloppy kiss on the head. “Your brother’s kind of on the smaller side. I never imagined you’d have a rod like this.” Her eyes gleamed as she glanced up at him, just before letting her tongue slip out to trail all along his length.

“And I never imagined you going down on me,” Joel said. “It’s fantastic.”

“Good. I want you to love it. Now scoot forward,” she commanded. “Get your hips to the edge of the seat.”

Joel did as he was told, and she pushed his thighs up toward his chest, clearing the way for her and exposing him entirely. Carrie swooped in again to feast on his cock like a bird after prey. She slobbered all over the head of his cock, then slapped her cheek with it, filling the room with a wet smacking sound. “Seriously, this is a fucking amazing cock,” she whispered, just before letting him slip inside again. She sucked him long and hard, and when she finally let him glide out again, her breath was heavy from lust.

She swirled her tongue around the head, then drifted lower, to the base of his rod and down to his swollen balls. Carrie opened wide and took each one inside her mouth, cradling it in her warmth and wetness, sucking gently. Joel gripped the armrests and let out a long breath, barely able to hold on. “God, that’s good,” he muttered.

“Wait until you see what’s coming,” she said, before giving a final long suck on each ball. Then her tongue dropped lower, to brush against the underside of his sack. Then lower. And lower.

“Oh fuck,” he gasped, as her tongue found his asshole. “Ohhhh, fuck!”

It was like tasting his ass had awakened a truly nasty slut in Carrie. She pressed hard against his bottom, swirling all around and then diving deep as if to fuck him with her stiff tongue. Joel felt his balls tighten as a wave of passion welled up within him. He’d never felt anything like this before, and he’d never imagined having it done, but at that moment there was nothing he wanted more than this woman’s tongue up his ass.

Carrie’s heavy breaths gave away her arousal, and she was gripping his hips hard, pulling him close. The only reason she stopped licking him out, apparently, was that she missed his cock in her mouth. She left a chain of kisses up the underside of his thigh and back to his rod, which she slipped back between her lips as she thumbed his spit-slickened asshole.

It was all becoming too much for Joel. “You’d better stop,” he groaned, clenching every muscle he had. “Otherwise you’re going to make me come.”

She pressed her hand forward, slipping her thumb into his ass up to the knuckle. “And what’s wrong with that? Wouldn’t you like to?” She began gently rocking her hand back and forth, thumb-fucking his ass, and she slipped her tongue down his shaft again. “Wouldn’t you like to just pour yourself down my throat?”

“I’d love it,” he said. It was no lie, but he had other plans in mind, even though his head was spinning from pleasure. “But you went down on me; now let me return the favor.”

She trailed her tongue all up and down his shaft, teasing him with a swirled lick on the head again. “Are you sure about that?”

He pulled her to her feet and kissed her then, letting his tongue slip into her mouth while his hands clenched her bottom and brought her close. “I’m sure,” he said. “I’ve been lusting after you for years. Let me taste you.”

She let a smile slide across her lips. “Well, okay, if you really want to…”

He hurried out of his pants and swept her up in his embrace, carrying her toward the living room. She was long-legged, with curves in all the right places, but she was surprisingly petite in his arms, and as he walked, she craned her neck for another kiss. When he finally set her down, he helped her out of her clothes, and couldn’t keep his jaw from dropping.

The conservative skirt and blouse, tasteful and classy, had been covering some of the hottest lingerie he’d ever seen on a real girl. It was like she was a librarian by day, and a stripper by night. The lacy bra barely contained her breasts, the panties revealed practically everything about her delicious bottom, and her stockings were held up by garters that traced a delicate line down her lean, firm thighs.

“Goddamn, do you wear this every day?”

“Not every day,” she said. “I wore this for your brother tonight. His loss. Your gain.” She sat down on the couch and pushed her hips forward, spreading her legs wide apart. “Now, I think you said something about eating my pussy?”

Joel knelt between her legs and placed a kiss on her knee, then moved up to her thigh, and finally let his mouth move to her mound. He sent a warm breath through the fabric of her panties, and Carrie sighed with pleasure as she squirmed in her seat.

He could smell her. Joel inhaled deeply, appreciating her scent like he was about to enjoy a fine wine. Except he had never liked wine as much as he liked pussy. He pulled her panties to the side and was greeted by the sweetest slit he’d ever seen, freshly shaved and begging to be kissed.

He licked her slowly at first, dragging his tongue all up and down her groove, barely dipping in between her lips, and only slightly brushing against her clitoris.

“Give me more,” she said, breathing heavily. “Don’t tease me.”

He did as he was told. Joel reached to spread her lips and let his tongue settle onto her clit, brushing it in strong, broad strokes, blanketing it in his saliva. He felt Carrie’s thighs tremble, and she slipped a hand into his hair, grabbing hard.

Joel began to let his tongue roam all up and down her pussy, taking a deep dive and letting her essence flow all over his face, before sliding back up to tickle her clit. She was as sweet as he imagined, and eating her out was as much a turn on for him as it was apparently for her. But there was more that he wanted — no, needed — to do.

He pulled her closer to the edge of the cushion, then pushed her thighs up and roughly yanked her panties out of the way. She had surprised him by tonguing his ass, and it was only right that he returned the favor. He buried his tongue deep inside her first, letting her feel how he could fill her and taste the sweetness within, then dropped his tongue lower and pressed hard against her asshole.

“Ah, right there!” she squealed with delight. “God, that feels so good! Your brother never does that for me!”

“He doesn’t know what he’s missing,” Joel said. He leaned back slightly and held her ass cheeks apart for a better view. Seeing her like that, with her pussy dripping and that tight ass pulsing right before him, had awakened a hunger he hadn’t felt in a long, long time.

He moved in to leave a wet kiss on each buttock, then trailed his tongue between them, painting a trail of saliva, painting a trail of saliva across her skin. He avoided her asshole, coming close but flicking away at the last moment, teasing her and enjoying the exasperated whimpers that Carrie gave up.

“Kiss it,” she pleaded, squirming in her seat.

“Beg for it,” he said, gently biting her inner thigh. “If you want it, you have to beg.”

“Pleeeease,” she moaned. “I need it. Please lick me there. I want your tongue in my ass.”

“You naughty little girl,” he said, now nipping at her other thigh. “Well, I guess if you really need it…” he trailed off as he moved his mouth back to her pussy. He tasted her all the way down, then flickered his tongue over the fleshy ridge and into her ass.

Carrie groaned as she grabbed him by the back of the head again. “Right…fucking…there,” she commanded, pressing her hips forward against him.

Joel stiffened his tongue, pushing against her tight little ring as if he could force his way in, then pressed his lips against her and sucked hard. It was thrilling to be working her ass like this, and he could tell from the little squeals that Carrie let out that she was enjoying it just as much. He would have gladly spent the rest of the evening right here, kneeling by the couch with his tongue all up in her, but Carrie had other ideas.

“That feels amazing. But I want more than this,” she finally said, panting like an overheated poodle. “I want you to make me feel like a real woman again. I want you to make love to me.”

“Make love?”

“Fine,” she said, waving her hand as if to clear away the words. “I want you to fuck me. I want your cock inside my pussy. Is that clear enough?”

“Sure is,” he said, moving back and getting to his feet.

Carrie stood and folded herself into his arms for a moment, kissing him deeply while she grasped his cock and slid her fist back and forth. “Nice and big,” she murmured appreciatively. “And hard. Just how I like them.” She turned around and bent over, propping herself on the back of the couch with one hand, while with the other she grabbed an ass cheek and pulled it aside.

Joel let out a long breath. It was a hell of a view. Her pussy lips drifted aside, waiting for his entry, and her asshole still glistened with his saliva. She looked good enough to eat. Again. But it was time for his dessert.

Joel stepped close and took himself in hand, sliding the head of his cock up and down her slit. She was soaking wet, and her lips clung to his flesh like he was part of her.

“Your brother hasn’t fucked me properly in a long time,” she murmured, working her hips back against him. “Can you?”

“Damn right I can,” he said, then pushed his hips forward. When he pierced her, pressing himself all the way inside on the first stroke, Carrie cried out, gasping in what sounded like a blend of shock and passion.

“Fuck, you’re so thick,” she whispered.

“And you’re so tight,” Joel replied, as he began to work her pussy. He pumped himself in and out, thrusting balls-deep on every stroke, while he reached down to undo her bra. Once her breasts were free, he held her hips with one hand, and reached under to finally get a feel of her.

Carrie was panting hard now, and as he cupped her tit, she grabbed his hand, mashing it against her breast, kneading her flesh. Joel loved the feel of her hard nipple under his palm, but he loved even more the thought of Carrie feeling herself up. He slipped his hand over hers and pressed hard, encouraging her to massage her own breast while he fucked her.

“This is so…fucking…good,” she moaned.

He had to agree. He took her by both hips now, holding her in place while he began to work her pussy in earnest. It was a tantalizing view. He watched his cock slide out almost entirely, glistening with her juices, before he rushed himself back inside. With each thrust, Carrie let out a whimper of pleasure, like a girl who was being pushed closer and closer to the edge.

“Keep going,” she urged him. “Just like that. You’re going to make me come.” Her voice was husky and thick with lust.

You’re not the only one, Joel realized. It was amazing he’d been able to hold out this long, in fact, and now that he was finally inside her, it was all becoming too much to withstand. Carrie pressed her hips back against him, urging him deeper; her pretty little asshole winked at him with every thrust; Carrie’s passionate cries were the best soundtrack ever. As he felt himself welling up, Joel reached around and gently trapped Carrie’s clitoris between two fingers. Her lips were puffy and swollen with lust.

When he finally lost control, and felt a wave crashing within, he could tell that Carrie was finally getting what she needed as well. Nothing else mattered at that moment. Their cries echoed each other as he finally let loose, pressing himself deeper than ever, filling her entirely with his cock as his cum poured out. He could feel her pussy clench at him, holding him close as they came together, taking his essence like it belonged there. He had never fit with another woman as well before, both figuratively and literally, and he stayed within her for a long moment after he was finished.

She whimpered when he finally drew himself out. “I wish you could stay inside me forever,” she said, still propping herself on the couch back while she recovered. Her breathing slowly came back to normal, and as she turned to look at him, Joel was struck by how beautiful she looked at that moment. Her carefully-done hair had come undone, her lipstick had been smeared by his mouth and his cock, and she had a glimmer of sweat on her face. Beautiful, he thought.

“I’d love that,” he said. “But he’ll be home soon.”

She shrugged. “I doubt it,” she muttered, then sat down on the couch, naked bottom on the leather, and let out a long sigh. “And right now, I don’t care. He wasn’t here for me. You were.” She put one leg up, reached down between her legs and scooped out his cum, leaving her fingers covered in goopy strands. “So much cum,” she murmured, dabbing his essence onto each nipple and rubbing it in before taking her fingers into her mouth and cleaning them. “And so sweet.”

“Not half as sweet as you are,” he said. He knelt between her legs again and moved in for a kiss. Her mouth was sweet and salty all together, with a hint of both strawberry lip gloss and his own cum. When their kiss finally broke, Carrie leaned forward and slipped her arms around him while she rested her head on his shoulder. He could feel her breath flowing over his skin and he felt her still tremble slightly, like she was still calming herself in his arms. It was a very tender moment, so unlike the heated lust that had just overcome them.

Still, it wasn’t like he had so much time to linger with her naked body against his — as much as he might have liked to. Joel moved back gently, slipping out of her embrace, and got to his feet. “Well, I suppose I really ought to get going now,” he said. He was about to turn to gather his clothes when Carrie reached for his cock and grasped him hard, turning him back around like she was handling a puppy on a leash.

“You’re not going anywhere,” she said. “At least, not yet. Go pour yourself another drink.”

“But what about my brother?”

“I’ve going to give him one more hour,” she said. “After that, I would have to reheat his dinner. And if he’s going to make me reheat that, then you’re going to have to reheat this.” She took his hand and plunged it between her legs, rubbing his fingers between the squishy, sticky folds of flesh.

He may have just emptied his load, but Joel felt a familiar pulse run through his cock as he fingered her. That mouth, those tits, that ass…there was so much more that he wanted to do to her, and in his mind he prayed for Will to run into another meeting, a traffic jam, or both put together. “It’ll be my pleasure,” he said, then leaned over to kiss her again. After all, there was such a thing as brotherly love, but even that had limits.

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