Fucking my BIL

My husband is a good man. He works incredibly hard, helps with the housework, is always doting on our children, and gives me everything I want. So, what am I confessing? We've been married 24years now and sex has become a boring routine. He stopped going to the gym or playing sports with his friends years ago, trading it all for weekends at the local Buffalo Wild Wings, put on 50lbs, and what used to be hour long lovemaking is now 15 minutes of hasty fucking in the missionary position. He has to staying power, energy, or desire.

OK, so that's probably a normal story for most couples in their mid-40's after 24 years of marriage, right? But not so for by husband's twin brother, John. Although they're fraternal twins they could have been identical when in college. They both played multiple sports, worked out religiously, studied and got good grades. Where my husband stopped all that once he started his first software business John doubled-down. Got his degree in physical training and therapy, bought his first gym franchise and now owns 3 in the area.

Just this past weekend Mark, my husband, was on the road at a trade show and the water heater broke. I didn't know who to call so rang John who said not to waste my money on a plumber as he could fix most anything. Sure enough, a couple turns of a wrench and there's hot water. I offered John a beer and when we went to sit down in the living room he took off his shirt, not wanting to get he furniture dirty from where he had been crawling around the water tank. His chest and abs look photoshoped, he's got perfectly sculpted pecs and a 12-pack set of abs. Covered in a light sheen of sweat he had me wet right away.

We chatted for a few minutes, making small talk, but I couldn't help but keep cutting my eyes down to his jean shorts. They were cutoffs and really short, too short for his length. They were also pretty tight, so they didn't leave anything to the imagination. Next thing I knew John had stopped talking and was just smiling at me coyly. Then he walked over, his crotch right at face level and asked if this was a better view for me.

I don't know what came over me, but I reached up and grabbed his package through the shorts, undid his belt and yanked everything to the floor exposing his hard cock. It was amazing, so hard and thick. My lips wrapped around it as I grabbed his hips and began fucking him inch by inch into my mouth. I felt his hands grip my head and he began to work his cock into my mouth at his pace. I should have known better, but I let his take over and he began face fucking me for real, long hard strokes, his cock slipping down my throat with each thrust. Tears were running down my face but I couldn't didn't want to stop. Then he was grunting and cumming, no warning, no courtesy pull out, he was using my mouth for his satisfaction.

I swallowed as quickly as I could, but he just kept flooding my mouth nd much of it shot out the sides and ran down my chin. As he finished he pushed me back onto my ass and stepped out of his shorts and sneakers. Then his hands were back in my hair and he was pulling me up onto my feet and throwing me over the arm of the sofa. I never thought of John as being violent, but he wasn't treating me with the love and respect my husband did, he was using me as a whore, as his cum bag, and I loved it.

I felt hid tug and tear at my shorts until they ripped free from my waist, then my underwear gave way and I was naked from the waist down. He spread my ass cheeks and I felt his tongue lap at my pussy. Then there was the sound of him spitting and I felt his rub it into my lips, which are very prominent. The next thing I knew he was gripping my hips with one hand and guiding his hard cock into me. I couldn't believe how fast he had recovered from just cumming in my mouth and he was already hard as steel.

He didn't take his time, he shoved the entire length to the root, his balls banging on my clit. I cam with his first thrust into me. He fucked me hard, rooting in and out of my wet cut. I kept trying to reach my clit to work it, but every time I tried he would grab my arm or my hair and bang me harder. This went on for 10-15 minutes and I lost track of how many time I had cum when he finally unloaded inside me. Usually I can't feel it, but his cum shot deep and hard into me, it was scaling and his cock pulsed hard with hear shot.

That was yesterday and Mark just called to tell me his flight has been delayed due to bad weather. He wont be home until tomorrow. I'm laying here in bed, typing this into my tablet to tell you what I had done. To confess. To tell the world I had the best fucking of my life. And to tell you all I just texted John that the water heater had a problem again and asked him to come over. He's on his way.

By Anonymous

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