Fucking My Brothers Hotwife

My brother Tom and I were always close. We were only a few years apart in age and ever since we were little I was always bringing him out with me to spend time with my friends. We shared so many things together that it was hard to remember what was his and what was mine. Things changed of course once I moved to go to college and he stayed to finish school, but we were supporting that connection as much as we could.

After the natural rhythm of life threw us around a lot we finally both moved back to our hometown and started a life there.

I was never lucky on the relationship front, unlike Tom. He scored himself a girl any man could only dream of and I was happy for him even before I saw her for the first time. When I did there were totally different feelings inside me.

Caroline was a cool girl, the kind anyone wants to see beside them. She was also gorgeous and sexy to the point she seemed unreal. She was small and delicate, with big dark eyes and curly dark hair. Her body had dips and curves in all the right ways and she wasn’t afraid to show them with her clothes. Everyone was jealous of my brother seeing her and I can’t say I wasn’t too. I knew that I couldn’t make a single step in her direction, so I stayed just looking at Caroline, observing her from afar and nothing more.

Once they got married things became more tense. Our town was small and I was running into Caroline almost every day, either because of work or anything else. We were acting formally, like relatives who didn’t really know each other so well, but soon things changed. The more we were getting to know each other, the more unspoken things were happening.

At first, I tried to fight it but then Tom told me that he and Caroline were into some kinky stuff and he opened up to me about her being a hotwife and him enjoying seeing her with other men. I played it cool with Tom but that made Caroline even sexier to me and I was so aroused by her

I would look at Caroline when she would lean down, catch a glance of her breasts almost falling out of her top, and enjoy the way she would go past me while rubbing her ass over the front of my pants. I tried to ignore it, but at some moment it became too much to handle.

It all exploded one day when the rain was falling down in streams. I was driving home when I noticed Caroline’s car on the side of the road. She was looking under the hood and I stopped, asking her to get in my car. She sat on the passenger seat, drenched in water, her white blouse becoming see-through and letting me take a good look at her breasts that were bare. I couldn’t take my eyes off her pink areolas and hard nipples and I noticed where I was looking. I was afraid she’d scream at me, but what happened was worse.

She kissed me, hard and desperate, her hand going down into my pants, her still cold hand touching my cock. I had dreamt about that moment so much that I couldn’t believe it was actually happening. My brother’s wife was in my car, stroking me, as I kissed her and squeezed her boobs. She was moaning in my mouth and I couldn’t stop myself or her.

I finished fast and she leaned down to take all the cum between her full lips. She smiled at me after, saying thank you for the ride and telling me that she would tell Tom what a good brother he had. I got her home, still not knowing what to do with this new thing between us, but it seemed like Caroline did.

The next day she asked me to come to her house and talk. My brother was not home and Caroline met me in her underwear, pulling me inside and taking me to the living room.

There she sucked me, her mouth feeling as heavenly as it had yesterday, before she sat on me, grabbed my shoulders, and took my length inside her tight wet pussy. All the time that we fucked I was looking at the door, wondering what would happen if Tom came home. I left, leaving my cum in his wife’s pussy and I knew that it needed to stop, but how could I make it stop when I loved it so badly?

The next time we met was at my house. I asked Caroline to come over to end things and tell her that it could never happen again. A few moments later she was in my bed, with her legs on my shoulders and her pussy being open for me. She laughed, as she pulled me close, saying how much it had turned Tom on finding out that I was fucking his wife's cunt. I didn't know if she was being serious or not, surely Tom would have confronted me about this?

I wanted to end it every single day, at least I thought that I did, but every time I tried it never brought me anything good. I knew that as long as Caroline wanted it I couldn’t walk away and she wanted me a lot. I even once asked Tom if things were good between them and he gave me a wide grin and patted me on the back, telling me that she had an insatiable cunt. He never let on that he knew I was fucking his hotwife but something told me that deep down this was all part of their game.

Although I had the prospect that Tom knew, I still didn't ask him outright, me and Caroline were still fucking non-stop and I naively thought that this pairing had some limits, some lines she wouldn’t cross, but I was proven wrong.

It was Tom’s birthday and I was thinking that this would be the day I could rest without thinking about all of the confusion that I felt. Caroline wouldn’t do anything while he was around, right? We sat at the table, with me close to her, drinking and celebrating my little brother, when I felt her hand on my thigh. It was not too bad, I could live with it, but soon I was asked to say a toast. That was also a moment Caroline got her hand in my pants.

“Dear brother,” I said, looking at Tom while feeling his wife’s hand on my cock and remembering how many times I fucked her. “I know you have everything you can wish for right now”

Her hand pressed tighter around me and I knew that I needed to control myself not to let it out.

“So I only wish you luck and prosperity in the future. With the help of your wife, of course”

I thought that Caroline would stop once people looked at her, but she didn’t. She was still stroking me, making my face flush and my breathing quicken. I knew that I was about to cum in front of all these people, in front of my brother and it was inevitable.

“That was a beautiful speech,” she said, leaning closer to me and moving even faster until I spilled in her hand barely holding my expression. She pulled her hand away and wiped it with a napkin.

“Thank you,” I said, trying to act normally.

Tom winked at me and then kissed his wife on the lips and at that moment I knew he knew everything and he wanted me to continue fucking his wife.

She followed me out to my car and I could just about make out his shadow in the windowpane watching me spreading his wife's ass cheeks and fucking her senseless...