Chapter Four: Her Husband's Brother

The rest of the evening went by without much in the way of Brent teasing Mindy, for which she was glad. She didn’t know how long she would be able to keep up appearances in front of Dennis if his brother kept trying to make her squirm. Of course, that didn’t mean Brent wasn’t doing a good job of it without even bringing up the topic again. His constant glances, winks when Dennis was looking elsewhere, his smirks, all kept Mindy horny as hell and on edge, and if she was honest with herself, she wasn’t sure whether she hated the way it made her feel or loved it. Even during dinner, sitting at her own table, Brent reached across with his foot to rub hers, and she didn’t even have the strength to yank it away. Too long had it been since she had been made wet with just a look, and the feeling made her heart pound.

If Dennis caught on as to what was going on between herself and Brent, he never showed it, continuing to smile and ask his brother mundane questions about his work and life back home. At times, Mindy wondered what her husband would do if he knew what Brent was doing, of his brother’s goal of fucking his wife. However, she couldn’t bring herself to stir up that kind of family drama. Brent would be gone in two days, and their life could return to the boring, normal routine that was their daily rut.

She glanced over at Dennis, safe, secure, predictable Dennis. She loved him, could never think of her life without him by her side, laughing, enjoying each moment as it came about. She turned her gaze to Brent, definitely not safe, far from secure, but the one who could create the moments that would be enjoyed with cries of ecstasy. How could two brothers be so different? One captured and owned her heart while the other made her pussy quiver with hungry want. Brent had tried to get in her pants way back when, but she had eyes for only Dennis, and only laughed at his brother’s attention, blushing but knowing the type of man he was, even back then. Womanizer. Player. The typical fuck ‘em and leave ‘em kind of guy. She knew better, knew that Brent would never give her a happy life and would bore of her quickly when the next piece of ass came along. No, Dennis was forever, while Brent was for only right now.

He smiled at her over the rim of his glass as he took a sip, and all Mindy could think of was how badly she needed right now at the moment.

Finally, the night ended, and Brent stumbled his way to bed, still holding his beer and wearing his smirk. Dennis helped her clean up, and then the two of them headed to their own bed, Dennis whistling and Mindy dripping.

Dennis went through his normal nightly routine, brushing his teeth, washing his face, getting into his pajamas. He actually wore pajamas! Married fifteen years, no kids, no reason to be covered, and he still wore pajamas to bed. Brent probably slept in the nude. Mindy wanted to sleep in the nude. She planned on sleeping in the nude, starting tonight.

Dennis climbed into bed, noticing his wife sleeping bare, and gave her a curious look. “Do you think it’s wise to sleep naked with Brent here? What if you need to get up in the middle of the night?”

“Then I have a robe,” she answered. “Don’t worry. I won’t go around the house naked.” Although, god, that would be great. She rolled over, running her hand along his cock through his pajama pants. “Why don’t you join me? We could sleep skin to skin.” She waggled her eyebrows at him.

Dennis’ cock started to stir to life as she stroked him, and she felt her husband squirm a little. “You’re feeling pretty frisky tonight. What’s gotten into you?”

“I want you; what can I say?” She leaned over and kissed him, hard, full of passion, and it took him a few seconds to catch on and kiss her back. Mindy could feel the heat pool between her legs, warming the fires within her. Breaking the kiss, she said, “Fuck me, Dennis. I need you now.” She started to slide his pajama pants down over his hips, trying to free his cock for her pleasure.

“Mindy, Brent could hear us,” Dennis said in a harsh whisper, trying to hold on to his pants.

“Who cares?” she asked. “Let him. He’ll know how you love to screw your wife.” The thought of Brent hearing her being pounded only added to the fire that burned in her pussy right then.

Dennis grabbed her arms and held her still, staring into her eyes, his own narrow slits as he studied her. “Are you this horny because of Brent?” His voice was soft, not accusing, but merely curious. “I know he tried to get into your pants while we were dating. I also remember you telling me how you loved me and everything I had to offer, like stability. Yet, you never denied wanting my brother. Is that it? You want him now, but are settling for me?”

She looked into his eyes, her expression sincere and honest. “I never settled for you, Dennis. I loved you. Did your brother turn me on? Yes. However, I also knew he would have only been there to get between my legs and then he would have been on to his next conquest. I wasn’t looking to be anyone’s conquest back then.”

Dennis still held her arms. “And now? Do you want to be his conquest now?”

She stared at him for a moment, not sure what to say. Just as she was about to deny it, he released her arms, and yanked his pajama pants down and off. She glanced down and saw how hard his cock was, harder than she had ever seen it before if she was honest. She glanced back up into his eyes, her brows pinched in confusion. Yet, Dennis was climbing on top of her, kneeing her legs open as he settled between her thighs. She gasped as she felt the head of his cock at her entrance, ready to plunge into her.

He stared back into her eyes, his expression lustful, hungry. “Is that it, Mindy? Are you this wet and horny because you want to be a notch on my brother’s bedpost?” And then Dennis thrust his cock into her until he was completely buried into her wet cunt. She cried out, her mouth popping open as she shoved her hips up to meet his downward thrust. “Tell me, Mindy,” he said as he pounded into her, driving his cock in and out with deep, hard thrusts. “Do you want to fuck my brother? Do you want to be his little slut? Tell me.”

Mindy didn’t know what to say at first. She wrapped her legs around her husband’s waist as he kept asking her over and over if she wanted Brent between her legs. She moaned, loudly, as she took the assault on her pussy, never before knowing her gentle husband to be this ravenous when it came to sex. Finally, she surrendered and gave him the answer he asked for. “Yes! Yes, I want Brent to take me, fuck me, give me his cock. I want him to come in me and fill me with his passion. I know his cock can go deeper than yours, spread me wider. I want it, Dennis. I want it now.”

Her whole body turned into a tight knot of a building orgasm, but it wasn’t just the vision of Brent fucking her that made her ready to explode, but Dennis’ reaction when she told him she wanted his brother’s cock. He fucked her harder, faster, driving into her with an urgency until she felt his cock throb and twitch. His cum flooded her pussy, squirt after squirt coating her inner walls with his hunger, driving her over the edge and making her own orgasm erupt within her, her body shuddering, jerking, as her head rolled side-to-side. She clawed him, her nails digging into his flesh as she cried out.

When it was all over, their breathing echoing in her ears, Dennis collapsed beside her, an arm over her waist as he nuzzled against her. “That was hot,” he said, his voice husky.

“You’re not mad?” she asked, nervous that her confession would start a fight now that the sex was over.

He kissed her again and squeezed her tight against him. “No. I know he’s wanted you, and I know you’ve wanted him. Truth is, he could probably give you an experience I can’t. He’s done it to my other girlfriends before you. If you want to fuck him, love, then I say fuck him. You’re not leaving me. He doesn’t want a wife, just a slut for a while.”

She laid there, staring at the ceiling. Could she do it? Could she actually fuck Brent? Would Dennis hate her if she actually did have sex with his brother? Could this all be a trap?

She was about to ask Dennis more questions, but his snoring in her ear told her that answers would have to wait until the morning. She rubbed her legs together, knowing sleep would not be coming to her anytime soon.