It all happened in a bit of a rush. I didn’t plan it and expect it to happen — it just did. It was a spur of the moment thing that I knew was wrong — but I couldn’t help myself.
I can’t undo it now — too late. And I still sometimes try to convince myself that I need to feel bad about it.
But more often, ah, just brings a smile to my lusty face. Let me explain. I fucked the brother of one of my regular, best clients. And I just don’t have the heart to tell my great client what an awesome fuck his brother was. And continued to be. Yes, I was engaging in primal carnal rutting with my client’s brother more than once. Way more. And client’s brother doesn’t even know I’m Dolly Jewel, exclusive companion, he just thought I was his older brother’s hot MILF girlfriend. Permit me to explain.
I shouldn’t have mixed business with pleasure, but my longtime divorced client hates having family members ask him if he’s met somebody, is he lonely, telling him it’s not good to be alone, blah blah blah. Little do they know he has chosen to keep his very healthy sex life professional and no strings attached and since he sold his company, his estate planning lawyer told him the same thing. “Wanna fuck? Great, just don’t marry her, give her gifts, hire a professional escort, whatever so long as everyone’s a consenting adult and no one is married so there won’t be any alienation of affection claim.”
So when he has to see family several times a year, and he lives in the same city as they do, I accompany him and pose as his “steady” girlfriend, but we’re both divorced, both want our independence, I live in a different city and we met through business, that’s our story and we’re sticking to it. And I used my civilian consulting profession as my back story. And Mr. Steady Client (Let’s call him Ben, as in Franklin, since he’s happily provided me with so much currency with Ben’s face and the number “100” on it.) mentioned what that consulting is, and darn if his younger brother, a mid-50’s solid citizen married for nearly thirty years and never cheated on his wife kind of guy was in the market for such a consultant. Woo hoo, a civilian consulting job falls into Dolly’s lap, all while I was getting paid to have fun sex and great meals and go to fun parties during some cousin’s daughter’s wedding or whatever the occasion was.
Let’s call my client’s brother Bill, as in the guy who pointed a finger at the camera and said he did not have sex with that woman. Since this Bill was also married, he might have to make the same claim if anyone ever caught us. Which nearly happened. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
Did I mention Bill can fuck with the best of them? My client’s brother, I mean. No comment about the guy who lied to the camera to try to save his political career. And client’s brother Bill’s wife is lovely, but sometimes you never know why people don’t have sex. Helps keep me in demand as a companion. Bill confided the lack of marital sex to me during our afterglow once, trying to justify why he was with me even though he was married (oops, is that a spoiler alert? what, like you didn’t know the minute I mentioned a brother than I’d had carnal knowledge of that brother? After all, I’m Dolly Jewel. *wink!). By the way, guys, I understand, you don’t need to rationalize getting together for my sake. Besides, (fluttering my eye-lashes) I prefer to think its because I’m so desirable that any man would risk everything and break his vows and compromise his morals to engage in pleasures of the flesh with me.
So I was completing some paperwork for Bill’s consulting project, and I was in town visiting Ben for a sexed-up weekend, and instead of emailing it I had the bright idea that it would help appearances and make it look like I really was Ben’s girlfriend (and during our time together, that’s exactly what I was and sweet man that Ben is, it’s how he treated me) for me to drop off the papers at Bill’s house. And Ben and Bill live to too far from each other and the weather was lovely, so I used it as an excuse for a power walk and to get my steps in.
I knocked on the door and was surprised to see Bill in a bathrobe when he answered. Early afternoon. “Sleep late much, Bill?” He was also a bit embarrassed. Bill explained he was working from home because his wife was on a girl’s day at the spa with her tennis girls and the dog was elderly and not well lately, he explained. I’d seen him in shorts before at a family picnic–not a problem to see his legs, Bill was fit, took nice care of himself.
Anyway he told me that his wife was not due back until 4pm, a couple of hours from my delivery and he was having a casual day at home. Not quite “business casual” I joked, and he laughed and said, “I guess not”.
But I assured him that I understood and envied him in that nice-looking robe, since it had the name of a very exclusive luxury small ship cruise line on it, handed him the paperwork and asked him to say hello to his wife for me and that I was sorry I’d missed her. As I was about to leave he hesitantly asked me if I could come inside.
I thought it was a bit of a strange requested as he looked quite embarrassed. After all to his knowledge he was my boyfriend’s married brother. Still, he was a good looking fit mature man, who was very polite and well mannered, and what he didn’t know was that I wasn’t really romantically involved with Ben like he thought. Hmm, brothers. Hadn’t had my way with brothers in a few years. Now which ones were the last ones, I started wondering. Ben was golfing for business that afternoon, that’s why I had been doing Bill’s paperwork, I had nowhere to go.
I entered the house and he told me he wanted to show me something. Without thinking too much about it he led me into his bedroom.
I suddenly realized that I was in his marital bedroom. The one he shared with his wife. Let’s call her Karen, if for no other reason that I was just thinking about the former Playboy Playmate of the Year who alleged that she had had an affair with the man who is now President of the United States. Not that Bill’s wife is THAT sexy. But the Playboy Playmate, sorry, she’s still on my mind–Google her name and the word “fitness”. God, just bend me over and let her have her way with me any ol’ way she pleases! Oh, and the other reason I’m using that name is that I noticed her picture was on the screen of Bill’s computer. There was a picture of this gorgeous naked Playboy version of the woman on the screen next to a picture of her in a bikini as a more mature and even more fit woman. And another picture of a familiar porn MILF getting fucked from behind. Attractive, with typical porn star looks.
I was a bit embarrassed for Bill. He wasn’t blushing.
‘Sorry to surprise you Dolly’ he said. ‘But Karen and I haven’t had sex in like six months or longer, and sometimes I check out porn. I shouldn’t do this…. But I can’t help it. And well, I have a thing for fit mature sexy women. Like you. Yes, I’m jealous of my brother getting to be with you. And you showed up at my door, and I just couldn’t waste a chance like this. You never know, I figured, maybe you might be interested, and it might be my lucky day.’
‘Jesus Bill. I’m flattered but like you said, I’m in a relationship with your brother. I’m trying to stay in shape, always been active, don’t know if Ben ever told you I ran track until my mid-20’s, so thank you for the compliment, but really, this isn’t why I came here–and if you just want some piece of ass on the side, I’m sure a handsome successful guy like you can get someone, you don’t need me.’ I really was flattered. He was nice looking and polite. Suddenly I realized my girl-parts were moistening. This was … kinda hot?
“Dolly, just because maybe I don’t NEED you doesn’t mean that I don’t WANT and CRAVE you. And have for a long time, Dolly.”
Was there a tent arising in his robe?
I could feel a flutter in my stomach and my brain started working overtime. In my head I was thinking. ‘I should walk out of here now and forget this.’ I thought. Then another part of my brain said ‘You’ve probably got a couple hours until his wife gets back. You could make his fantasies come true right here right now and no-one would find out. Just go with spur of the moment and fuck him quick, dirty and hard.’ God, I love the way I talk to myself.
‘Remember when we went all on that Mediterranean vacation together a few years ago?’ Bill said. ‘I keep thinking about you in that bikini you wore. Hell there were two of them come to think of it. You looked so sexy — you have a fantastic body, not just for a grown woman, but for any woman.’
“I guess I do remember you looking, and I like that you were looking, Bill. Thank you for noticing, I guess I have wondered about what it would be like with you, and may I say you have a great body for a 50-something year old man.” I smiled nicely at him. His robe was open, he had boxers on and was bare chested. He looked good and acted his age (my way of saying he didn’t shave his chest, he had natural chest hair). Okay, I’ll admit, I was flattered, very flattered, and getting turned on.
Bill took a step closer to me smiling. In my mind I was thinking ‘He’s probably going to fuck me anyway regardless of whether I agree or not. I kidded in my mind that f I tried to leave he’d force me onto the bed and rape me.’ Actually I was positive nothing like that would happen, but I found the thought quite a turn on. The forecast was for wetness to continue to accumulate rapidly between my legs. And that’s when I decided.
I took a deep breath and whispered ‘Bill, you were right. This IS your lucky day.’ I pulled him close to me and kissed him hard, shoving my tongue deep into his mouth.
He responded and there we were, a pair of animals, kissing each other hard and pressing his fit body against my toned, ready for sex body, pulling me close. I could feel his growing erection pressing into my stomach.
His hands were pawing at my full D-cup tits as he kissed me. His Karen (not the centerfold…wow, still thinking about her, oh how I’d love a threesome with her, anyone reading this know her?) didn’t have tits to compare to mine. His hand went up my blouse and within seconds he had undone my lacy bra and was squeezing my tits, kneading them and then tweaking my nipples hard. He smiled at me, “these feel great, and you’ve had them worked on, haven’t you?” I smirked back, “and my plastic surgeon touched them just like you are when he took his payment “in kind” about eight weeks later, too!” I left it at that, no one’s business that I’ve continued to fuck my plastic surgeon, who is a really fun lay and hosts amazing parties on the Intracoastal.
I could tell already that this wasn’t going to be a long slow sensual lovemaking session. It was going to be quick, rough and animalistic. Perfect.
Bill’s hand slid up under my skirt and he cupped my bare, increasingly flooded by passion juice pussy. I gasped at his touch. His hand was pulling my panties down and forcing its way into me. I was so turned on by his urgency. He wanted me bad.
He suddenly broke off from kissing and roughly turned me around. He pushed me forward so that I was leaning hands against door of the bedroom he shared with his wife, and slightly bent at the waist.
I heard him stepping out of his boxers, which were on the floor when I looked over my shoulder. Then I felt him press up against me and hiked up my skirt started to my waist. I hadn’t even seen this man’s cock, but he was pushing my bikini panties to the side and getting a good view of me in all my aroused, rapidly lubricating, smoothly shaven, pink, cock-hungry and sexy vaginal perfection. Okay, that sounded conceited. But others have said it to me, so does that make it okay? *Wink.
I felt a tug on panties and immediately knew he was trying to rip them off me. “Here, lover, let me…” and he relented. Whew. I liked those panties, they were a present, though from who I could not remember, but didn’t want to lose them to a needlessly dramatic rip-the-panties-off-Dolly gesture. He didn’t need to impress me, I was already a sure-thing.
‘Like what you see?” I asked.
Bill laughed and smiled, Oh God, yes, Dolly. Just what I expected in a fit sexy woman who wears a bikini like you can. He pushed himself up against me and I felt his cock against my wet pussy.
‘Hold on’ I said, again looking over my shoulder. ‘Condom time, big boy, where is it. I presume you have one?’
Bill looked at me. ‘I don’t’ have one, Karen is on the pill and we almost never fuck anyway and well, I ….I …..” He paused.
“You what?”
“I’ve never cheated on my wife and ‘I wasn’t expecting this to happen. Do you have one?”
I could still feel his cock against my labia. ‘Of course I do, your brother and I aren’t married” I nodded over toward my handbag, which he and his now fully at attention cock walked over and retrieved from the bed he and his wife share, where’d I’d set it down. He looked at me. Was my excuse about not being married to his brother okay for why I had condoms, to his knowledge we were in a committed, though unmarried and don’t like together relationship, his brother Ben and me.
“Well, I’m not in the habit of fucking strangers at the drop of a hat!” I knew we should have stopped there and then. But I didn’t. ‘Look’ I said, Ben and I aren’t married, and while we trust each other, safe sex outside of marriage is the rule, you know? I handed him one, and he noticed I had a strip of three from which that one was taken. “Roll this on and then stick it in me. You can cum inside me this way, or if you want something I’ll bet your wife isn’t doing for you even once in a while, you can take the condom off just before and I’ll suck you dry, you can cum in my mouth like I’m some hot slut.’
Okay, I was really turned on, and I took off the skirt while he rolled condom on and then I just braced myself against one of the posts on his wife’s four poster bed.
Before I’d even got the gotten my feet positioned under me, I could feel Bill adjusting his position and trying to get his cock at the right angle.
His hands gripped around my waist and he pushed his now condom-wrapped cock into me.
I gasped at how thick he was as soon as he entered me. I felt like he would split my pussy in half. Holy Shit, Ben’s brother was packing a missile! My legs buckled and instinctively Bill grabbed me around my waist to stop me falling.
He could only be about an inch inside me and he felt enormous. Bill held me firmly and then forced himself forward while pulling me back at the same time. His entire cock found its way into my hot n juicy sex receptacle. I gasped with shock as his cock jabbed against my cervix and I felt his cock head enter my womb. Thank heaven for condoms whenever a girl needs one. This would have been a baby-maker of a fuck, I thought to myself.
As Bill pulled out of me I felt my cervix resist against his cock head briefly before he left my womb. Then oh Sweet Jesus, the terrifying pleasure of it all, he rammed his entire length home again and I screamed as my cervix was pushed open again. Okay, maybe I’m imagining the inner reproductive organ details here, but the point is, this poor guy wasn’t getting any and he had such a damned nice cock. And at this point, given his admitted inactivity, he’d held on more than a few pumps, gotten my body used to him, and I’ve been with more than just a couple who couldn’t last that long. Oh, don’t worry, I’m not thinking of any of you *Wink and a grin!
Bill’s hands were reaching for my nipples which by now were long and hard. I felt him pinch both at the same time and he pulled hard. At the same time he forced his cock again deep into me. As my slick pussy was being aggressively bashed and battered (in such a good way!) he also tweaked my nipples hard.
By now Bill was fucking me like his life depended on it. I hadn’t been fucked like this in years and what’s more he might not have had the chance to fuck like this in years, either. So worth it.
Bill whispered in my ear “Aren’t you a hot sexy slut, letting your lover’s brother fuck you in his bedroom?’ I responded by matching his hard thrusts with my own thrusts back against his cock when he was at his deepest. I did feel like a slut, and luckily somehow, he knew how to call me a slut and have it sound like a compliment, and oh how I loved the feeling I had each time he pulled out of me. My labia were closing around his cock head then giving a little bit of clinging resistance each time he pulled out. And the feeling of having his cock head in such a deep place when he was fully inside me, knowing that if he came he would be cumming in my body, right against my womb –thankfully into a condom– really turned me on.
I heard Bill gasping behind me. ‘Hey Dolly, what would you do if my wife came back now?’ he gasped. ‘What would she do if she caught you fucking me silly on the bed? I am married, after all–and you’re practically family–we’d both be up the creek! Does my brother know what a slut you are?’ I started to laugh at the irony of that last question, thinking, “oh if you only knew, brother lover dear” but then Bill, proving he was good with his fingers as well as his dick, rubbed around the hard flesh of my clit making me gasp with pleasure.
“Oh Jesus!” I cried “I want it fucking harder Bill! No, Ben doesn’t know what a dirty unfaithful slut I am, neither did I, but oh fuck Bill, and I love your cock! Oh God keep fucking me… Ram your cock in me ….Now! Now!. Please…oh please…”I arched my back and exploded into a massive orgasm as I roughly pushed back against Bill. I screamed partly in pleasure and partly in pain as his cock head bashed deep into me, perhaps hitting my lunch he was so far up inside me. As I orgasmed against his really impressive cock his hands were pulling my nipples hard and grabbing my flat toned stomach pulling me back against him to maximize his penetration. I felt Bill pull back and then plough his bone hard cock all the way into me again, spearing me deep inside my jerking body.
My orgasm seemed to last for ages. I was coated in a sheen of perspiration, my hair clinging to my forehead, now bent over bracing myself on the foot of his marital bed, where he slept with Karen. The pleasure shocks were accentuated by the continual hard thrusting behind me from Bill. I was savoring every moment as he quickly pulled fully out of me then drove his hard cock deep into me again. Only later did he confess he’d jerked off to the porn video, so having already cum, that’s why he was lasting so lusciously long. All I knew was that Bill seemed to know exactly how to ensure a woman got every ounce of pleasure out of her orgasm.
As I bucked, shuddered and convulsed against him he had one hand tweaking and pulling my nipple. The other was groping my stomach pulling me back against him with every thrust he gave me.
Then I noticed the change in his pace and it dawned on me. He was close to cumming. That’s why he was fucking me so hard and so quickly. My ecstasy turned to relief that I’d been able to enjoy this amazing fucking all the way through to completion. The tight cling and embrace of a man cumming inside me, gripping my flesh, knowing I brought him there and feeling his emotion and pleasure, body to body, ah, what a rush!
Then I heard another noise. It was the front door opening. Bill’s wife….my fake but almost sort of sister in law if you overlook that Ben and I were on Dolly dates and weren’t really dating! I mean, that’s how she saw herself in relation to me. And now her husband’s amazing cock was up inside me, making itself at home in my doo-dah.
I panicked as I heard her call out that she was home. A glance at a clock. Oh it wasn’t nearly 4 pm. Shit!
Suddenly Bill clamped me hard around the stomach as he pulled out of me. I thought he had also heard his wife. Then squealed as he rammed his entire cock into me harder than he had done before, pulling me back hard against him at the same time. I squealed again as his cock head pulsed and his body stiffened as he emptied his balls into his condom.
I was trapped against him. He was too strong for me and held me tight against him as I felt his cock explode inside my sex. I could hear him grunting into my ear about how good a fuck I was, how my pussy felt around his cock, that he couldn’t hold back. I could feel his contained pulsing, indicating spurt after spurt of cum hit the inside of my condom so that he wasn’t impregnating me.
In my mind I was thinking that if I ever stood a chance of getting killed by a jealous wife this might be it–and then I wondered, “Hey, this was amazing, maybe it was worth it?”
I tried to squirm away but Bill kept me impaled on his amazingly still throbbing dick. ‘Fuck Dolly — I didn’t plan, I didn’t know you were coming here, it’s just that you’re so sexy, and I just couldn’t stop myself’ he panted and ranted. He took a breath. “Holy shit your pussy felt so good” he gasped.
I could still feel his cock spasms and said, “Okay your sexy power-cocked man, did you even hear your wife? She just walked into the house. What are we going to do?”
His cock had now stopped spurting and was throbbing in my pussy. ‘What if she heard us? And what the fuck are you doing still cumming? You need to pull out! Christ what if she catches us”‘
Before Bill could reply I heard Karen shout again then start coming up the stairs. We both panicked as Bill tried to pull his cock out of me. I gasped as he tried to withdraw — He wasn’t deflated yet and his cock head felt stuck.
He put his hands on my ass and pulled back hard. I squealed under my breath as my body released his cock and he pulled out of me. He quickly pushed me over to his closet, tossed my clothes and purse after me and closed the door. The closet had wooden slats which allowed me to see through. I saw him grab the condom and stuff it in the pocket of his bathrobe turn on the ceiling fan to try to help with the lingering smell of sex and jump into his bed just as Karen opened the door. Then I saw Bill spray some Lysol. Where did that come from? Who cares, it just might save us, I thought with hope and relief.
She walked in as Bill explained he felt tired and had gone for a nap. I watched intently, hoping to dear God that she had not heard anything. I was naked and freshly fucked in the closet of my best client’s married brother as he spoke to his wife. I could feel my own excitement sauce, my girl cum dribbling out of my pussy and down my inner thighs.
How would I explain this to her if she found me. I couldn’t exactly claim it was not what it seemed — particularly if she realized she could smell my sex.
But she couldn’t. The Lysol. Oh my God, he stunk up his bedroom with that, but covered up the smell of adultery! She had to have smelled the Lysol, she didn’t think that was odd?
My heart was beating as I listened to the conversation they were having. I was furious for getting myself into this situation. How could I have been so stupid to let Bill fuck me? And what’s more he fucked me in his wife’s bedroom when she was coming home– he later told me I was too good to resist, but really? He was a hard-up horny man who had probably never fucked someone anywhere as sexed-up as me. He was a damned hero for lasting so long, I sighed–silently, I prayed, and thought.
Thoughts were flying around in my mind. I was still worried, now about Ben as well as Karen. Hiding in closets will do that to a girl. I should have known better. I could also feel my well-fucked pussy beginning to throb. It felt bruised and battered and like I’d given birth! And Ben was going to be looking for sex later. Assuming I was still alive by then.
Eventually Karen said, “Well anyway, I’m home and wanted to see what you were up to” then she left the room and I crept out of the closet. Bill smiled at me with a guilty look. “What you were up to?” I repeated. I still had to get out of there!
I shot him back a pissed off look. “Not that you didn’t give me an amazing ride, but how are you going to get me out of here? Thank God I hadn’t driven.’
I grabbed my bra and started putting it on. ‘You’ve probably made me too sore for your brother tonight, and he’ll wonder why, what am I supposed to tell him?’
“You could tell him that his brother fucked you way better than he ever could, maybe?” The little straight arrow who’d never cheated on his wife before was really glorying in the joy of his performance. Okay, on a certain level, I was already plotting how to get more samplings of Bill’s dick.
‘Look Dolly’ he said, ‘I’m really sorry, but I just couldn’t help it. The thought of fucking you was my ultimate fantasy. When you showed up, then played along and told me it was my lucky day, the big head stopped thinking. I’m still not thinking with the big head.”
He put a hand in the pocket of his robe then pulled it out in a recoil, like he’d been bit by something. No, he’d been slimed. By his oozing used condom.
He stepped into the bathroom, flushed it, then was putting back the Lysol spray from next to his bed. Not my favorite smell, but I suddenly realized if not for that institutional cleaner odor, we’d have been caught by the scent of my arousal. The Fresh N’ Clean, or whatever it was called, was better, I do admit. “Bill, what was up with the Lysol next to the bed?”
“Um, sometimes as I’ve gotten older I break wind after spicy food, so I keep it next to the bed when I eat like that. Last night I made chili.” He blushed. “Hey, it happens.”
Crude, but honest, and worked out conveniently.
Bill pulled me close to him. Before I could protest he kissed me hard, shoving his tongue down my throat. I felt my tits crush against his chest, then his hand shoved itself between my legs. He forced my thighs apart and started massaging my pussy. Ow, still tender, I whispered. I tried to pull away, but he held me firm while his hand rubbed the cum that had leaked onto his fingers all over my ass. “I want to fuck you in that someday. Does my brother fuck you there, Dolly?”
Oh dear, this wasn’t the Bill I’d known and respected and admired for his solid citizen characteristics during the years Ben had brought me as his “girlfriend” to family events. I’d released a tiger. I kinda liked this tiger.
I hurriedly got dressed and then waited as he threw some clothes on, went downstairs to distract Karen and thereby provided the right time to sneak out of the house without getting caught. I was relieved to get out of there. And I’d over-estimated Bill’s residual punishment on my pussy. Ben loves eating me, so he went down on me (what would he have said if I told him his own brother had fucked me where his lips were?) and that felt great, and we 69’d and then I satisfied one of my favorites and something Ben regards as a treat –so if you’re reading this, yes Bill, I do give Ben my ass, and I love how he fucks my sweet ass.
But also over the following weeks my thoughts changed. I knew I would fuck Bill any time he asked me to, though never again at such a risk of being caught. I made sure I fucked Ben plenty every time I saw him, and then arranged for out of the way trysts with Bill.
Bill didn’t know I was Dolly Jewel, exclusive companion, as I mentioned. I thought about the un-requested revenue. Oh well, Ben was a great tipper. Did he know he was subsidizing his married brother’s extramarital fornication? He might have. One time Ben said, “Oh, Bill said to tell you hi when I mentioned I was going to see you. Did you ever notice the way he looks at you sometimes? Do you think Bill’s good looking, Dolly?”
Did he know? If he did, he wasn’t upset. There’s a line in Godfather II that Bill told me about one time as we lay in the afterglow of me riding his cock through a handful of climaxes. Michael, the second-generation Godfather, says, “It was between the brother, Kay” when the wife asked why a mobster changed his testimony after his brother showed up in the room. Maybe Ben knew, maybe Bill didn’t want his brother to know or maybe he did, but “it was between the brothers.”
Hey, that sounds fun, being between these brothers. Wonder if they’d do a three-way with me? Wonder if we could get that former Playboy model the President allegedly boned to join us for a foursome. Wow, I really do have her on my brain.
So over many subsequent secret trysts I set about making sure my lover’s brother Bill serviced me at every opportunity we could–or was I servicing him? Damn, it was never tender, it was always just sex. We fucked at least 5 times like animals every get together. When it’s never tender, just sex, that’s when it’s just the best, most uncomplicated form of pleasure I know of. I told him that if he was going to be my lover behind the back of my regular lover, his own brother, then he needed to make it dirty and sleazy, really take control. He needed to dominate me and fuck me hard. I really enjoyed feeling used and abused–but it wasn’t abuse, it was all consensual and I never used my safe word. Which was “brotherfucker”.
That was great until Bill had had his fill. One day I was in the hotel suite he’d arranged, and he came over, fucked me hard and left me spent on the bed, my tits and abs covered in his cum. As he left he looked over at me.
“Dolly, Karen and I have gone to counseling, and she’s been receptive to me in bed, and I don’t want to lose my marriage, so as amazing as our fucks are, I’m really sorry but I’ve had enough of this’ he said. We need to call it off.”
I should have been relieved. I wasn’t getting the big fat envelopes that with real Benjamins, not brother Benjamins, inside, but at that moment, freshly fucked as I was, I could only think how much I enjoyed his cock. “But Bill, you can’t just call it off.”
Bill smiled. “Dolly, we’ve had our fun, but it was always just sex. When it’s all said and done, I love Karen. And besides, you’re my brother’s girlfriend, you’re practically my sister in law. We’ve had our fun, but I can’t have sex with you anymore.”
With that Bill closed the door behind him.
So that’s why I feel like I should regret things. I still see Bill when I have Dolly dates with his brother. His wife thinks of me as a sister, and has confided that she has never been happier. Bill had been so stressed out for years but recently he seemed so much more relaxed and their sex life was better than she ever dreamed. He was suddenly a tiger after almost thirty years of marriage! (Hey! She thought so, too!).
THE END
Purely fictional fantasy for your reading pleasure!